Certainly not the Bains' reactions, she discovered as soon as they came into the room and Dave started introducing them around. The two she'd sent to help had obviously given them a thorough briefing; they fit in as if they'd been part of the group for months, leaving Cortin with no doubt that Betty'd be marrying in fairly soon.
She was the last to be introduced, and she saw concern on the two men's faces as they approached. Bain made the introductions, then said, "We heard what's started happening to you at Mass. Does it … Are you all right?"
"It's painless, and I'm fine. Once I get cleaned up, anyway. What about you?"
Pritchett looked at his gloved hands, then at hers. "No pain—but what do they mean?"
Cortin explained as she had to the others earlier, then went on to tell them the rest of her vision, pleased to see their expressions go from worry to satisfaction.
"What about the others?" Pritchett asked.
"Brad and Ivan yes, Edward and Ursula I don't know; I haven't seen them since."
"Doesn't seem right, somehow, to keep them covered," Pritchett said slowly. "Now I know what they mean, I think they should be seen."
Cortin looked at him in momentary puzzlement, then shook her head ruefully and removed her gloves, tucking them in the back of her belt. "You're absolutely right, Tiny—with the meaning changed, they should be. I suppose wearing gloves has gotten to be so much of a habit it simply never occurred to me not to."
The older boy tugged on her sleeve. "Can I see, Gramma Joan?"