Today one of the construction workers here at the church, a pony-tailed guy in stained cutoff work pants and a tie-dyed tee shirt, shouted across the parking lot to me. Hey! Hey, honey! I rolled my eyes.

Say hello to your mother for me, willya?

I squinted in the too bright morning light. Oh. My elementary art teacher’s husband. She and my mom are friends. They’re members of the same social sorority and lead the sorority hymn together at meetings. My mom sings the soprano part, and Mrs Artteacher takes the alto.

Mr Artteacher! I will. How’re ya?