Chapter 145

“You have,” Jefferson said. “You just didn’t realize it at the time. He, himself, was unaware. The whole thing turned out to be a miracle, of sorts. Family bibles are wonderful keepers of history. Just moments ago, this day became more blessed.”

“Tell me everything.” I literally held him still, as he had started to shift, one foot to the other.

“I shall let him do that. It will be part of the ceremony, in fact.”

“I assume you’ve written your own vows, then,” Patrick said. “That’s very twentieth and twenty-first century.”

“No standard ones quite pertain to us,” Jefferson stated matter of fact. “That left us little choice.”

“Here comes the groom.” Patrick bowed, flipping his tails and tapping his brim as Calvin approached. Patrick really got a kick out of his ensemble. “The other one.”

“You both look so very handsome.” I straightened two more hats. “I wish I had a camera to capture the image forever.”