After Forty-Five Years Apart, a Pastor Married His High School Sweetheart
The afternoon sun fell across the wooden porch rockers, throwing long amber shadows over the white railing and the dry oak leaves on the steps.
I sat down on the second step with a plate holding a slice of golden toast, buttered all the way to the crust, just the way Margaret used to tease me about back in high school.
I took the silver locket out of my coat pocket and held it open in my palm.
The little black-and-white photo from 1979 showed her laughing on the steps of the town library, her hair stirring a little in the autumn wind.
I bit off the crisp corner of the toast and watched the sun sink below the high branches of the oaks around the churchyard.
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