Standing outside was David White, the husband of Pastor Margaret White. As usual, he was dressed quite conservatively, wearing a full-length high-necked, long sleeved dress, beige in color. His hair was pulled back into a severe bun and he wore just enough make-up to look presentable. Basically, he looked like the stereotypical church gentleman.
"David? What are you doing here?" Jon's father asked. Even though he didn't attend David's Baptist church, he still knew him from certain social circles. Friends of friends, that sort of thing.
"I'm sorry, but I really need to talk to you, James," David said. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," James said. And so the pastor's husband did.
