Deadlock
Chapter One
"Won't you sit down?" Jack Holden asked.
"No, thank you," Millie replied. "I will not be long." They
were in his office less than an hour after the service had ended.
Millie had walked around town, sore in more ways than one,
waiting for the congregation to disperse.
"That's too bad," Holden said. He seemed oblivious to her
feelings. "I was hoping to have a chance to talk with you a bit.
How about something to drink? Coffee? Dr. Pepper? I have a
fine Dr. Pepper, 2002. A very good year."
Millie chafed at the attempted humor. "This is not a social
visit."
Jack Holden's face stayed friendly, but concerned. "I'm
starting to get that feeling."
"I'll just ask you straight, then. What did you mean by your
sermon?"
"Didn't you like it?"
"I did not. And I did not appreciate being put on the spot
like that in front of my mother." A thought struck her. "Did
she put you up to it?"
"Justice Hollander, would you mind telling me what you
found objectionable?"
"You can't guess?"
"Was it scripturally unsound?"
"It had nothing to do with Scripture."
"Then i ... read full excerpt from: Deadlock ebook
