Promptly at 3:00 p.m. the organ music announces it's time for us to walk down the aisle to witness Salem and Latham's vows. The church is toasty warm thanks to a service man agreeing to work off the clock on a Friday night to ensure the wedding would go on without a hitch.
As I walk down the aisle, my eyes find Hamilton looking sharper than James Bond in his black tux. He smiles warmly and winks before I turn to take my spot on the step leading to the alter.
The music changes, the crowd stands and Salem on her father's arm beams as she walks to Latham at the front of the church. I see a hint of tears in her eyes as Latham accepts her hand from her father. Latham looks scared to death, his face is pale, and he stands stiffly.
When I spoke to him earlier he seemed like the normal farm
