“Yes, we’ve met.”
“I’m sure you did. A few months ago. Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“Well, if I am further delayed past the agreed upon time, my lovely wife will keep you company in the vestibule until I am finished here. Would you like that?”
“Would I like what?” Stephen asked.
“Would you like my wife to wait with you?” the Reverend calmly answered.
“I’m not sure what you...”
“Are you aware of the fact that my wife is pregnant?”
“Yes, I believe you mentioned that in your sermon. Congratulations.”
“Uh-huh. Well. We’ll get to the bottom of this.”
The Reverend noticed the odd looks of parishioners overhearing his strained conversation. He suddenly grasped Stephen rather firmly by the arm and nudged him in the direction he wished him to go.
“Ahh, Mrs. Simmons, and how are you today? Y
