You are going to the special hell, Flynn thought. Surely that was the penalty for lying to a man of the cloth. Yet here he was, sitting across from Reverend Hodgson, with a pot of fresh coffee and a plate of cookies between them, as he accepted congratulations on his engagement.
“I was just so surprised when Crystal mentioned it,” the reverend said.
“Crystal?” Flynn asked.
“Crystal Blue, the owner of the diner,” he explained. “She was out here Friday night for the music.”
“Oh right.” By now, everyone in town knew. Even the checker at the grocery store had offered her felicitations. Flynn was just having a little trouble keeping up with all the connections.
“Anyway, Pru’s been part of the congregation for such a long time now, and she never breathed a word.”
“We kept the whole thing q
