attendance that had just cause why the two should not be joined in holy matrimony, they almost didnât hear the man in the back of the church stand up and say, âI do. I have a very good reason why no man in his right mind should marry that woman.â
Chapter Five
Who was that man? Mother Doreen pondered. Now that Mother Doreen thought about it, she recalled that manâs face. The man whoâd just stood up, interrupting her wedding ceremony with claims that he had just cause why Mother Doreen and Wallace shouldnât be marriedâMother Doreen recognized him. She didnât recognize him from a previous encounter or from the grocery store or anything like that. She recognized his face from only minutes ago. Just minutes ago was the first time Mother Doreen had ever laid eyes on the man; of that she was sure.
Out of all the hundred fifty or so guests in attendance, that manâs face had stood out to Mother Doreen. Ironically enough, the man stood out because Mother Doreen hadnât recognized him at all. It was that and the fact that all the other hundred forty-nine guests were smiling, but this man wasnât. Why hadnât he been smiling? Mother Doreen had briefly wondered as sheâd been making her way down the aisle. Was it because Mother Doreen had ruined her makeup with tears and now folks werenât going to be able to get a decent picture of her coming down the aisle? Yes, that could have been it. After all, like many of the others, the man had had his cell phone out snapping pictures. Or had it been a digital camera? Or even a disposable one? At the moment, Mother Doreen couldnât recall. And why was she worried about something so trivial anyway? What she needed to be concerned with was why had this manâthis man who Mother Doreen knew to be a complete strangerâwant to interrupt her wedding.
Perhaps it was just all a joke. Perhaps the man was some crazy distant cousin of Wallaceâs playing some kind of untimely joke. Theyâd probably played jokes on each other all the time as kids and this was the ultimate payback. It was possible. Wallace had cousins, lots of them; from all over. Mother Doreenâs mind was scrambling for answers. But it was Pastor Margie who had the good sense to quickly just come right out and ask the man just what everyone in the sanctuary wanted to know.
âWho are you?â Pastor Margie asked. She tried not to sound so badgering, but she was somewhat upset. Who would have the audacity to try to ruin one of the best days of one of her best memberâs life? And on top of that, Pastor Margie considered Mother Doreen a good friend. Why, the two had even been temporary roommates once upon a time. Why was this man doing this to her friend? Pastor Margie would ask that question too. âAnd why are you speaking out?â
One could hear a church mouse go tinkle on a cotton ball it was so quiet. Everyone waited in anticipation for the man to respond.
âRight now, who I am isnât as important as why Iâm speaking out.â The man, looking to be in his forties, sounded and looked like a very studious man. He stood about five feet ten. His light skin complexion was smooth as he glared over the rim of his dark framed eyeglasses. He had a tight haircut and was dressed in what looked to be a very snazzy suit. When he stepped out from the pew to the middle of the aisle, his shiny dress shoes twinkled like a star in a midnight sky. When he spoke those few little words, he annunciated every single sound of every single letter to perfection. He commanded attention, and not just because heâd spoken out during the middle of a wedding ceremony, but because he just had this certain aura about him.
âThen why are you speaking out?â Pastor Margie asked again.
âYou asked if there was anyone in attendance that had just cause why the two should not be joined in holy matrimony. Well, I have just cause; and that,