I WAS ANGRY AND DISGUSTED with myself for being so naïve, so much that I didn’t even notice Pastor Richie rounding the corner, and we collided.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Pastor,” I apologized, as he grabbed my arm to help steady me.
He smiled. “It’s quite all right. It’s Sinclair, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I said, as he released my arm.
“Well, I’m glad I ran into you. I could really use someone’s help.”
“Oh?”
He pushed his glasses up higher on his nose. “Yes, you see, I brought a special gift for the ceremony and it’s very fragile. It’s so delicate, in fact, that I don’t even trust those young men parking the vehicles outside. They’re so reckless with those cars and I should hate to have anything happen to the Eddington’s gift.”
“Oh, well I can certainly help you,” I said. “No problem.”
“Thank yo
