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

“Mother wanted you to keep the master deed yourself.”

I closed my fingers around the cold brass of the key.

A number of parishioners started making their way up the center aisle toward the altar rail.

Mrs.

Gable, who’d turned her back on me on the sidewalk outside the diner Friday afternoon, came forward with her hands folded in front of her coat.

“We didn’t understand what really happened, Pastor Tom,” Mrs.

Gable said gently.