The sky was a wonderful blue; the dark clouds of the storm that had passed were far off in the distance now. The day looked promising as people ran about the old church. Ken stood at the end of the long driveway, pointing people in the right direction. Pelda and Melinda were setting up last minuet decorations. Half an hour before the ceremony was to start, no one could find the priest. Ken said that the priest had wandered in about fifteen minuets ago. They looked everywhere for the priest until one of the children said that he was on the roof. Sure enough the priest was sitting on the low roof smoking a cigarette and staring off into the distance.
