Chase fiddled with his tie, sure it could lay just a little flatter. He unbuttoned and re-buttoned his jacket, pulled on his belt, and adjusted his cowboy hat.
“Stop fidgeting,” Frank said from the doorway. “You look just fine.”
“Is my mom here?” Chase turned away from the mirror.
“Arrived about fifteen minutes ago. Maggie was with her.”
Relief brought a smile to his face, but it didn’t stay long. “Was Dana with them?”
“Sure was. They all looked happy, for what it’s worth.”
Chase nodded. “How long?”
“You can come out now. People are starting to arrive. The pastor wants to talk to you.” Frank pushed away from the wall and opened the door. Chase followed him into hallway and on into the chapel. The pastor bustled around the altar, and Chase nearly tripped over his own feet in his hast
