Chapter 45

His mind once again wandered, as it had often since the fire. He transported himself high above into the rafters and observed the procession. He watched the pallbearers escort the casket down the center aisle and into the waiting hearse outside. He watched himself dutifully follow the casket as both the officiating pastor and the grieving spouse.

No one in the congregation had any idea he played the role of widower. He slogged through the graveside service and the reception that followed. He tried to suppress his relief when it was appropriate for him to leave the fellowship hall and return to the comfort of the parish house.

“Do you need anything else tonight, sir?” Mrs. Dawson asked before he left the reception.

“No, I’ll be fine. Although maybe stash a plate in the icebox for later? I think I will rest a bit.”

“Very well…have a good night, sir,” she said, new tears forming in her eyes.