After Forty-Five Years Apart, a Pastor Married His High School Sweetheart

“Check number 4102, signed by Arthur under Kade’s corporate umbrella.”

I took a slow swallow of hot black coffee and glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall.

Its red plastic second hand ticked past the twelve.

It was ten after seven.

“We don’t run, Wade,” I said.

“We walk into that hall at two o’clock with every page signed.”

Wade picked his silver car keys up off the laminate counter.

“I’ll bring the LeSabre around to the side alley.”