Behind every joke a preacher tells is a story he’s trying to forget. This is that story.
“So you’re not going to tell her?” Bentley asked.
Vernon studied himself in the mirror, tilting his head from side to side. “Bentley,” he said. “I’m tired of talking. I mean to do it this time.” He looked away from the mirror and into the eyes of his co-conspirator. A thick index finger emphasized his point. “And she can’t stop me.”