CHAPTER 2
“Good morning, brother.”
Scott glanced at the large clock hanging up in the foyer. “It’s afternoon now, isn’t it?”
Carl chuckled. “I suppose you’re right. I’m still not used to this late service. Well then, good afternoon. How’s that?”
Scott shook his pastor’s hand. “That’s better. And how are you?”
Carl patted his pot belly. “Wife’s still got me on that high-fiber, low carb diet of hers. So I’d say that I’ve been better, because what I’m really craving is a nice steak and baked potato dinner.”
Scott smiled. “It’s a good thing Christmas is coming up then, isn’t it?”
Carl nodded. “You’re joining us Christmas Eve, aren’t you?”
“Wouldn’t miss it. Unless your wife’s going to replace her traditional ham with tofu.”
Carl chortled. “Not even my Sandy would be that crazy.” He cl
