For most of the time that I’d lived in the Tri-Cities, Mrs. Hanna had pushed her grocery cart along the same path from dawn to dusk. I’d never actually followed her, but I’d seen her any number of places so I had a pretty good idea about most of her route. I didn’t have any idea about how she’d changed it, so I had to look everywhere.

When I passed the first church, I pulled over to the side of the road and pulled out a notebook I kept in the car and wrote down the name of the church and its address. After an hour I had a list...