He took off his glasses and the Reverend rubbed his eyes. Stephen glanced at Laura. She continued to stare straight ahead with a blank expression, the knuckles of her fists turning white.
“Yes, we’ve met.”
“I’m sure you did. A few months ago. Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“Well, if I am further delayed past the agreed upon time, my lovely wife will keep you company in the vestibule until I am finished here. Would you like that?”
“Would I like what?” Stephen asked.
“Would you like my wife to wait with you?” the Reverend calmly answered.
“I’m not sure what you...”
“Are you aware of the fact that my wife is pregnant?”
“Yes, I believe you mentioned that in your sermon. Congratulations.”
“Uh-huh. Well. We’ll get to the bottom of this.”
The Reverend noticed the odd looks of parishioners o
