21Sunday morning saw an incident few believed possible, a shouting match between Pastor Bob and his wife Yvonne on the parsonage lawn only minutes before worship was to begin. Several congregants stood by the front steps of the church looking on, incredulous. Millson recognized them as very occasional attendees and suspected they showed up today because of last Sunday's troubling event. Their reports would be more than sufficient to spread this scene around town.
As she threw a heavy suitcase into the back of their crammed minivan, Yvonne shouted, "I've had it, Bob! I've had it with this church and I've had it with you!"
Christy skulked to the passenger's side of the van and climbed in, keeping her head low so no one could see the look on her face.
"Go on!" Millson cried. "You've been n
