Chapter 147

“Goose had an idea.” Patrick’s smile outperformed mine.

“Boutonnieres.” I held up the leaves.

“I was about to guess something else,” Calvin said.

“He’s funny.” I directed that comment back over my shoulder at the other groom.

“He’s everything.” Jefferson offered his hand to me. “Now, get up. We have marrying to do.”

The Porters and the Smalls were there, the two families I had met when back in Jefferson and Calvin’s Heaven before. Calvin greeted and hugged every one of them. The longest embrace was saved for Ruth Porter. She looked quite emotional already, even before the ceremony started. Calvin took a handkerchief from his pocket, dabbed at her eyes, and then hugged her again, before going back to Daniel Porter for another enthusiastic handshake.