Chapter 12
It was a simple ceremony, performed by the Reverend Newton Stephens, a friend of Tom’s who’d been a chaplain during the Mexican-American War and who now ran a small ministry on Houston Street. Tom had run into him when he’d been taking a fare to that part of town. Since they’d parted ways before Tom went to California and met Analeigh, Newt didn’t know anything about George, and Tom felt it was safe enough to renew their friendship.
Tom had gone to see him the night before, after making sure George and Olivia were safely tucked away in their hotel rooms.
“We need to get married,” Tom had told him. “Right away.”
“Like that, is it?” Newt raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask any questions. “Well, it’ll be my pleasure. Can you be here by midmorning?”
“Sure thing, Newt. Thank you.”
