Resignation The woman in the front seat of the car didn't notice that the driver's attention was focused on the front of the church. But she was very aware that he hadn't said much since they'd left the apartment. "If you were going to just sit here you could have told me and I wouldn't have come along. I could've borrowed Skip's car and gone to the store by myself."
The driver didn't shift his gaze. "I never said I wanted company. You insisted on coming along. I'll drive you to the store soon." The forgotten cigarette began to burn his fingers and he dropped it into the street.
The passenger in the Oldsmobile started talking again. But, again the driver wasn't paying attention. If the woman had been paying attention she would have noticed that the driver had raised up slightly and was looking even more intently at the church. The front doors had been pushed open and men and women in Sunday-going-to-church clothes were coming out and standing around expectantly. There was a lot of hand-shaking among the men and hugs among the women. Minutes later the crowd became more animated when a man and woman walked through the church doors. He was attired in a three-piece suit that didn't fit well, making it apparent it was rented. She was radiant in a white gown that trailed behind her. A veil had been pushed up away from her face.