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

“It says four forty.”

“The clerk’s office closes at five,” Wade said.

“If Arthur’s judge signs that stay before our paperwork is filed, the county freezes the application until there’s a probate hearing.”

“When’s the probate hearing?” I asked.

“Next Thursday,” Wade said.

“Mother won’t live till next Thursday.”

I reached across the table and picked up the draft marriage application.

“Where’s your car?”