“I still worked construction and Hannah had received two promotions at the bank. Everything was good until she stopped by the site to bring me lunch and one of the guys recognized her from the strip club, not just as a dancer, but she’d blown him in the back.
“You can imagine what was said, and after a nasty fight I lost my job.”
“I felt bad, and because I’d done those things for four years at a lot of places, I knew it could happen again, and with Tom back in the ministry, I could be the end of him, so I offered to leave him.
“I said screw that, but she was right and that’s why I put in to transfer. We came here, took over the Tabernacle, Hannah had been transferred to a local branch of the bank, and a year later we had Noah. Life was good.”
“Except we felt we were missing something.”
