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“I’d be honored,” I said around the sudden, large lump in my throat. “Where is the wedding taking place?”

“In the conference room,” Sean said. “Everyone is waiting for us. Judge Howell is going to perform the ceremony.”

“Really? I haven’t seen her in a long time. We went to school together, you know,” I said as Diesel and I followed Sean from his office and down the hall to the spacious conference room.

The first person I saw when we entered was Alexandra, my soon-to-be daughter-in-law. Her anxious expression disappeared when she saw my beaming face. I moved forward and swept her into a strong embrace.

“Welcome to the family,” I said. “I’m so happy for you both.”

“Thank you, Charlie,” she said. Her eyes sparkled with tears. “Sean and I are so excited. This isn’t the way we’d planned things to go, but, well, here we are.” She smiled and dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. Diesel naturally had to add his congratulations and meowed loudly. Alex laughed and rubbed his head with great affection.

“Isn’t it wonderful, Dad?”

I turned to see my beautiful daughter, heavily pregnant, approaching. Her husband, Frank Salisbury, hovered anxiously behind her. He hardly wanted to let her out of his sight, Laura had told me, until the baby came. She still had about two months to go before little Charles Franklin Salisbury entered the world.

We hugged, and I shook Frank’s hand. I glanced about to see who else was here. Azalea sat at one end of the table, chatting with the judge, Deborah Howell, with whom I’d gone through elementary school, high school, and college. I was glad that an old friend was performing the ceremony.

There was no sign, however, of Alexandra’s father, a near-legendary figure in Mississippi legal circles.

“Where’s Q.C.?” I asked Sean.

He laughed and shook his head. “In the Australian outback with a few of his cronies. We tried calling him this morning but he’s inaccessible. We thought about waiting until he’s home again, but that won’t be for another couple of weeks.”

Since he had mostly retired from the law practice, Q.C. spent a lot of time traveling these days. He would spend a month or two in Athena, and then he’d be off again on another adventure. After all the years he’d spent working so hard, he deserved the leisure he found in retirement. I envied him a little. I would love to travel to all the places he had been in recent months—Turkey, Greece, Peru, Chile, and now Australia.

“We invited Helen Louise,” Sean said. “Unfortunately, she’s shorthanded and can’t be here.”

I felt a sharp pang of disappointment. I knew Helen Louise wouldn’t be happy, either, having to miss an occasion like this. One of her part-time workers had probably failed to show up for work, I figured.

Judge Howell approached us. “Hello, Charlie. Great to see you again. I’ve heard about some of your exploits.” She grinned at me, no doubt remembering some of our mutual exploits in elementary school when we both got in trouble for talking too much in class.

I smiled. “It’s great to see you too, Debby. You ended up on the right side of the law, I see.” I winked at her.

She laughed heartily at that. “I was always late returning my books to the library. I remember how you used to fuss. I should have known you’d become a librarian.”

“Of course,” I said.

She squeezed my arm affectionately. “Enough reminiscing for now. We can catch up more later. Now it’s time for me to marry these two wonderful young people.” She beamed at Alex and Sean.

Under the judge’s direction, we assembled ourselves properly for the ceremony. Laura served as matron of honor, and I as best man. Frank, Azalea, and Laquita stood in the background.

The actual ceremony was brief, and I watched through misty eyes as my handsome son was joined in wedlock to his beautiful wife. I felt the presence of my late wife, Jackie, hovering at my shoulder. I knew how happy she would be to see this day.

After the vows were complete, Azalea stepped forward and began to sing. Her rich contralto poured forth with “Amazing Grace” and I was stunned at the beauty of it. I had heard her singing and humming around the house, but I had never heard her sing like this. I was moved by it, and by the belief and passion with which she sang. I don’t think there was a dry eye among us by the time she finished the final verse.

After the last, haunting note evaporated, we all stood for a moment. Then Sean and Alex thanked her and each kissed her on the cheek. Azalea beamed with pleasure.

As Laura, Frank, and Laquita congratulated the happy couple, I approached Azalea.

“Thank you,” I said. “That was beautiful.”

“You’re welcome,” she said with a brief smile. “I pray the Lord will bless them and their child.”

“Did you know about this when you left the house earlier?” I asked. “You said you were going to the grocery store.”

Azalea shook her head. “They called me after I was at the store. I’ll have to go back and get everything.”

I nodded. “Thank you again for your song. You made this an even more memorable occasion.”

“I wish I could have had more time, and I’d’ve had something to bring for a reception.” She glanced at the conference table, bare of any kind of food or drink.

“I guess they didn’t think about a reception,” I said. “We can have a nice dinner later to celebrate.”

Sean must have overheard me. “We are planning a party, but we want to wait until Q.C. is back in town. So it won’t be for at least a couple of weeks.”

“Excellent,” I said. “I know there are a lot of people who will be happy to celebrate with you and Alex.”

I moved on to chat for a few minutes with Debby, who seemed to be enjoying petting and admiring Diesel. He accepted all the attention as his due, and he rewarded his new acolyte with warbles and chirps.

“Where did you ever find this beautiful animal?” Debby asked, and I told her the story of finding Diesel in the shrubbery at the public library.

“I’ve heard he goes everywhere with you,” she said. “You’re lucky to have such a steadfast companion.”

“Yes, I am,” I said. “He came into my life at a time when I needed one. We’ve been good for each other.”

We talked for a few minutes more, then Debby said she was due back in court. The party broke up quickly after that. Frank and Laura both had afternoon classes to teach, and Sean and Alex had client meetings.

After more hugs and congratulations to my son and his wife, I led Diesel out to the car. Once he was in the backseat, I reached in my pocket for my cell phone. I wanted to check on Melba and to let her know the exciting news. I hoped she had followed through on my advice to go home and stay out of Reilly’s way.

No cell phone.

I frowned, then patted down the other pants pocket. No phone. I checked my jacket.

Still no phone.

Then I thought about when I’d last had it in my hands, and I could see myself setting it down on the nightstand after talking to Sean. I was probably so worried by his summons to his office that I completely forgot about it.

I’d call when I got home, I decided as I got behind the wheel. For a moment I thought about swinging by Helen Louise’s bistro, but I realized she would be too busy—it was eleven thirty-seven—with the lunch crowd to talk.

On the short drive home I thought about the new grandchild. Would it be another boy, or a girl? I hoped for the latter, since Laura and Frank were having a boy. I would be happy no matter what, as long as both babies were healthy. Laura was due in about two months, and I reckoned Alex was probably due in another six to seven months. I would find out later.