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

Don’t show it to Wade, and don’t show it to Arthur.”

I took the envelope from her.

It felt thick and stiff, as though several folded sheets of parchment were stacked inside.

“Why give it to me now?” I asked.

“Because Arthur’s going to show up at your office tonight,” Margaret said.

“He thinks he’s already won.”

“He froze the discretionary fund yesterday,” I said.

“He thinks the elders will vote me out on Monday.”