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Angie tore herself away from her discoveries and dashed across town for an appointment. She was both glad and surprised to find a nervous Paavo already there.
She led him to the office area of St. Peter and Paul’s church. They were there to talk to the priest about being married in the church.
“Father John, this is my fiancé, Paavo Smith,” Angie said as she introduced the two men. “Paavo, Father John.”
“Hello, Father,” Paavo said shaking hands with the priest. Father John was in his forties, of medium height and build, with short graying hair that was quite thin on top.
“I know Angie and her family well,” Father John said, “although I don’t see her as often as I should.”
“I know; I’m sorry,” Angie murmured. She had warned Paavo that Father John was an old enough priest to enjoy in
