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Christ.”
    Elder Pete nodded.
    “What’s it going to cost us?” Deacon Wilcox looked at Aaron with deep furrows at the top of his nose.
    “Not much, really. Everyone can bring a dish to share. Kirstie said there’s a really good band in Indy who would be glad to come on an honorarium basis, and she knows some Christian bikers willing to pitch in and help pay that.” Aaron doodled on his notepad. He only drew wheel rims when nervous or anxious. He drew three of them.
    “What if those hellions tear up the parking lot?”Norman was, if nothing else, tenacious.
    “What makes you think they’ll do that?” Aaron asked.
    “They’re bikers. Haven’t you ever watched that movie Hell’s Angels ? They’ll be burning rubber all over the place, tearing up our flower beds and lawn, breaking windows, scratching up vehicles, and who knows what all else.”
    I rolled my eyes, sat back in my chair with my arms folded across my chest. Unbelievable.But predictable.
    “I think Hell’s Angels are in California.” Aaron chuckled. “That’s a long way from Indiana.”
    “Well, actually, Aaron.” I leaned my elbows on the table and whispered out of the side of my hand. “They’re international now.”
    Norman slapped his hand on the table. “See? I told you. International. I think Indiana’s in there somewhere.” His lips quivered.It took little to upset him.
    “Elder Norman, with all due respect, I don’t think the Hell’s Angels will bother coming to our church. For one thing, we won’t be serving alcohol. And besides, if the Hell’s Angels want to come, they’re welcome. They’re God’s children, too.”Aaron kept his voice steady and kind.
    Elder Pete and Deacon West nodded.
    “It’s an unreached people group,” I said. “Think of this as a missions project. And as Aaron said, I doubt many people will come. It’ll probably be just us bikers who are members of the church.”
    “Who rides a motorcycle and attends our church?” Norman’s hand shook as he took a sip of his coffee.
    “Myself, and Lily, and Opal.”
    “Opal?” All the men said her name at once.
    “Since when does Opal ride a motorcycle?” Deacon Wilcox chuckled. His slightly rounded belly jiggled the brass buttons on his jean jacket.
    “Since a few weeks ago when she bought one. She took the motorcycle class with me.”
    All the men laughed, and even Norman gave in to a timid snicker.“Bernice isn’t going to like it.” Norman’s snicker mellowed to a heavy sigh.
    “Well, I gotta see this.” Elder Pete wiped his hands on his pants. “I think it’s worth having a bike blessing just to see Opal ride.”
    Norman moaned and scratched the back of his head. “Bernice is going to say it’s unladylike and inappropriate for the pastor’s wife to be riding around on a motorcycle like a Hell’s Angel.”
    “Well, I’m all for the blessing. This I gotta see.”Deacon Perry flashed a sidewise grin.
    “I agree.” Deacon West reached for two more brownies. “They’ll be talking about this for years.”
    “OK. Kirstie, pick a date.” Aaron handed me the church calendar. “Eel Falls is going to host its first ever bike blessing.”
    True to Norman’s word, Bernice had a fit when she learned the results of the monthly church board meeting. Those flowerbeds were her pride and joy, and she wasn’t about to let a bunch of rowdy bikers ruin them.She came to the church early the next day and marched into the sanctuary where Aaron balanced precariously on a rickety ladder changing light bulbs. Bernice wasted no time in her dramatic assault. I could hear every word from where I worked in the church office because the door opened into the sanctuary.
    “I won’t stand for it, Pastor. It’s unladylike and inappropriate for your wife to be riding around like a rebel teenager. If she’s having a midlife crisis, take her to a counselor. Rule your household, Reverend. Rule your household or you won’t be able to shepherd this church.”
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