“Pastor Dennison?” she asked as though she didn’t know who I was. I quickly softened my tone.
“I’m sorry, Clara. Is something wrong?”
I might have been able to hide my activities if Darlene had not chosen that very moment to whine, “Baby, come back to bed. I need to get off.”
Clara’s eyes widened to the size of quarters, and she knew immediately what was going on. My mind could not wrap around anything to say. Any defense I could have made would only have made matters worse. Clara collected herself as quickly as she had been surprised.
“Pastor Dennison,” she said in a very matter-of-fact and professional tone. “I tried to call earlier, but I am assuming that you were…busy. I need to let you know that, due to some unexpected changes in the Cleveland venue, we are going to have to leave
