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

“It’s been in my coat pocket since Tuesday.”

“Margaret, Arthur’s going to use this to turn the whole town against me,” I said.

She winked, a quick spark of her old high school spirit lighting her eyes.

“Let them talk, Tommy.

They have no idea what we’re about to finish.”

“He’s got six elders believing I’m after your money,” I said.

“Arthur’s slinging mud because his own boots are stuck in the clay,” she said.

“Get the marriage application to the courthouse clerk before five.”