Pastor asked, “Do you, Gladys, take Roy to be your husband?”
A lump caught in Gladys’ throat. I do, she thought but couldn’t verbalize.
“Will you?” Pastor asked again with a smile.
Gladys had known that cat grin since she was knee-high to the altar. It always came with a request like: can you tithe a little more this Sunday or can you drive Sister Rose to the doctor. Gladys always gave and always said yes.
She looked at Roy, Pastor’s son, and saw the same grin. He wore Pastor’s Sunday suit.
“No,” she answered. Gladys was no longer taking requests.
good girl Gladys
Nice one.
I liked the description as a Cat Grin. Also loved the imagery of his wearing his father’s suit. Well done.
Lovely positive stuff
Excellent!
I love the asking of the vows portrayed as the real question it is, even if very few consider it something to which they can say no.
That was great. I should have done what Gladys did on more than one occasion!
You go, girl! What a great story.