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

Arthur smiled, his thumb smoothing the gold ring on his pinky.

“That depends on what you mean to take out of her room.”

The hall outside Room 214 smelled of floor wax and cold tea.

Nurse Helen tapped her clipboard with her pen as I walked up to the door.

“He was here at eight this morning, Tom.”

“Was it Arthur?”

“He tried to drop off a visitor restriction request at the front desk,” Helen said quietly.

“I told him the clerk was on break.”