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Authors: Patricia Garber
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me is his job, let him get to doing it.” My stubborn reasoning sounded simple.
Heather turned a cold shoulder to display her disapproval.
“I’m going in with or without you.”
Heather studied the pavement and her shuffling feet. I bit my tongue to keep from saying too much as she looked up at the mansion towering above us. A strong gust blew, stinging my cheek.
“How do we get in?”
I smiled triumphantly.
“Let’s look at it from another vantage point.”
I was ready for anything. At least that’s what I told myself.
“Let’s get this over with.” Heather grumbled as she flipped the hood on her black jacket up over her head.
We walked north up Elvis Presley Boulevard like a street gang up to no good. The quiet night echoed with the sound of our shoes, lightly slapping against the wet pavement. I did not know exactly where I was going, but my daddy had always told me, “God cannot move an anchored boat.” I knew this was not what he had in mind when he shared that wisdom, but I could not allow myself to stay tied to shore while the boat to paradise passed me by. As it was, if God disapproved, I couldn’t hear him.
Next door to Graceland, and only a block up the road, we stopped in front of a small complex of businesses. Brick and looking very much like apartments I looked about the diminutive sized property measuring-up the obstacle that stood between me and my desires. A sign posted on the front fence captured my interest. “Chapel in The Woods”, it said. A thrill rushed over me.
With Heather following close behind me, I approached the building and pressed my face to the fence that separated me from my destiny. I could see the security cameras in plain sight, but I shrugged off the warning. Cameras mattered not if I was under an angel’s protection, I told myself. And as my vision slowly adjusted to the darkness, and even with night-blurry vision, I was still able to scan up the concrete driveway.
Plunging deeper, beyond the brick building, I could clearly observe the hint of a tiny grey church submerged in the darkness. Unlike the church from my childhood, it was not a public place of worship. Here, couples get married, and after the ceremony the newlyweds are allowed to walk to Graceland for pictures. I may not have known much about marriage, but I knew about the dream of marriage. If brides are strolling in white dresses then the walk had to be easily accessible.
“We’re stopping?” Heather whispered with a hint of wishful thinking in her tone.
My eyes suddenly flashed to the gated steel pressing against my cheek.
“This is the way in.” I pointed through the gate, briefly sizing up the odds of scaling the fence.
I wrapped my fingers around the cold chain link, and gave it a quick, firm yank. The fortress was solid.
“What now?” Heather demanded.
I bent down and my hands flinched over the pointy edges along the metal seams of the iron gates. I stood up and let out a sigh. It just couldn’t be that easy. Not for me. With my hands on my hips, I turned toward Heather and started to speak. As I twisted, my elbow hit the gate hard enough to make me wince, adding injury to the ongoing insult.
“Crap!” I spat out, not caring anymore if anyone heard.
Click.
I stopped rubbing my throbbing elbow and looked at Heather. I judged by the size of her eyes that she, too, had heard the gate open behind me. I gave it a gentle push with one finger, and it slid smoothly open.
“I don’t believe it!” Heather gave me a sideways hug.
“Me neither,” I mumbled under my breath.
Chapter 8
The bottomless shadows of night enclosed us as we glanced up to the heavens. A blanket of white clouds painted the night’s sky over our heads. The thick cover whisked by in a persistent stream that stirred my emotions, swelling the fervor like the opening score of an anticipated epic movie.
Heather and I watched in silence. We were like small fish dropped into a big pond, neither of us knowing
Heather turned a cold shoulder to display her disapproval.
“I’m going in with or without you.”
Heather studied the pavement and her shuffling feet. I bit my tongue to keep from saying too much as she looked up at the mansion towering above us. A strong gust blew, stinging my cheek.
“How do we get in?”
I smiled triumphantly.
“Let’s look at it from another vantage point.”
I was ready for anything. At least that’s what I told myself.
“Let’s get this over with.” Heather grumbled as she flipped the hood on her black jacket up over her head.
We walked north up Elvis Presley Boulevard like a street gang up to no good. The quiet night echoed with the sound of our shoes, lightly slapping against the wet pavement. I did not know exactly where I was going, but my daddy had always told me, “God cannot move an anchored boat.” I knew this was not what he had in mind when he shared that wisdom, but I could not allow myself to stay tied to shore while the boat to paradise passed me by. As it was, if God disapproved, I couldn’t hear him.
Next door to Graceland, and only a block up the road, we stopped in front of a small complex of businesses. Brick and looking very much like apartments I looked about the diminutive sized property measuring-up the obstacle that stood between me and my desires. A sign posted on the front fence captured my interest. “Chapel in The Woods”, it said. A thrill rushed over me.
With Heather following close behind me, I approached the building and pressed my face to the fence that separated me from my destiny. I could see the security cameras in plain sight, but I shrugged off the warning. Cameras mattered not if I was under an angel’s protection, I told myself. And as my vision slowly adjusted to the darkness, and even with night-blurry vision, I was still able to scan up the concrete driveway.
Plunging deeper, beyond the brick building, I could clearly observe the hint of a tiny grey church submerged in the darkness. Unlike the church from my childhood, it was not a public place of worship. Here, couples get married, and after the ceremony the newlyweds are allowed to walk to Graceland for pictures. I may not have known much about marriage, but I knew about the dream of marriage. If brides are strolling in white dresses then the walk had to be easily accessible.
“We’re stopping?” Heather whispered with a hint of wishful thinking in her tone.
My eyes suddenly flashed to the gated steel pressing against my cheek.
“This is the way in.” I pointed through the gate, briefly sizing up the odds of scaling the fence.
I wrapped my fingers around the cold chain link, and gave it a quick, firm yank. The fortress was solid.
“What now?” Heather demanded.
I bent down and my hands flinched over the pointy edges along the metal seams of the iron gates. I stood up and let out a sigh. It just couldn’t be that easy. Not for me. With my hands on my hips, I turned toward Heather and started to speak. As I twisted, my elbow hit the gate hard enough to make me wince, adding injury to the ongoing insult.
“Crap!” I spat out, not caring anymore if anyone heard.
Click.
I stopped rubbing my throbbing elbow and looked at Heather. I judged by the size of her eyes that she, too, had heard the gate open behind me. I gave it a gentle push with one finger, and it slid smoothly open.
“I don’t believe it!” Heather gave me a sideways hug.
“Me neither,” I mumbled under my breath.
Chapter 8
The bottomless shadows of night enclosed us as we glanced up to the heavens. A blanket of white clouds painted the night’s sky over our heads. The thick cover whisked by in a persistent stream that stirred my emotions, swelling the fervor like the opening score of an anticipated epic movie.
Heather and I watched in silence. We were like small fish dropped into a big pond, neither of us knowing
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