I recall spotting the best man striding purposefully towards me. It was after the wedding service, but before the reception had begun. He was pale, skinny, and so (so) young! In a tuxedo looking like heâ€™d co-starred in a teen slasher film that ended badly and predictably at a prom, he stopped in front of me.
â€œThanks,â€ he said, â€œfor doing Tommyâ€™s wedding.â€
â€œYouâ€™re welcome.â€ (I donâ€™t remember the groomâ€™s name, but why not Thomas? Tommy to his pals.)
â€œHe wanted me to give you this.â€ The best man reached into a jacket pocket and then handed me a folded envelope.
â€œGotta go take pictures for the wedding party thing,â€ he said. â€œBut thanks, again.â€
I slipped the envelope in my Bible. Since the wedding was for the granddaughter of one of the long-time church members, I knew quite a few in attendance. I socialized, soon moseying over to where pictures were being taken and posing for a friendly photo with the new newlyweds. The reception followed. Boring me, I left early.
It was on the way home that I glanced at the envelope. Continue reading →