A satisfied smile spread on his face as he viewed the assemblage. “Now, who was here first?” “We were, Father.” Kendra rose, tugging on Ford’s hand to pull him up after her and down the narrow aisle. “Where are your witnesses?” the curate asked as the twins came up before him. “But—” Ford sputtered, “but she’s my sister!” The man’s crooked teeth disappeared as his smile reversed to a stern frown. “Young man, I realize we’re known for being, ah, tolerant here at St. Trinity, but the church expressly forbids—” “Dear heavens!” Kendra’s laughter rang through the sanctuary.
