"The wedding is probably going to be postponed."

"Why?"

"Elmo thinks Mallie Mae has Alzheimer's disease. He sent her to a specialist in Dallas."

"So, that explains the limo this morning."

"Yeah. They ran a bunch of tests on her."

"And?"

"They're still waiting on some of the results, but the doctor believes that it is Alzheimer's."

"But we were so close," said Carnie.

"I know. What do you mean we?"

"You know, uh, we were so close to all being family. One big happy family."

"Yeah, that's true. I'm sorry. I was just thinking about me."

"That's okay. You'rethe bride. It's yourwedding."

"But, now I don't know when it will happen. Elmo says there's no cure for Alzheimer's."

"So, what's he gonna do? Wait until she dies?"

"Carnie!"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. But you and Elmo deserve to be happy. Y'all shouldn't have to wait indefinitely."

Carnie hated to see her sister so sad. But even more than that, she hated to wait longer for the money.

Chapter10.

The Tuesday morning sun on Greg's face sent mixed messages to his sleeping brain. The brightness urged him to wake up. But the warmth whispered 'dream on.' Like a mild summer day on a backyard swing.

He rolled over in bed to let the golden rays warm his back. Her sweet scent drew him near to her. He put his arm around her as he kissed her gently on the neck. She awoke with a lovely smile and rolled to her back. And even though she had not yet spoken, he knew what she wanted. As he began to make love to her, he heard something, but ignored it. In her arms, he could have ignored a tornado.

"Breakfast is ready."

It was Beverly. Cynthia's mother was standing beside the bed looking at them, as though they were sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Beverly! Do you mind? We're trying to make love here!" said Greg.

"Now, Honey, don't you talk to my mother in that tone of voice!" said Cynthia.

Greg woke up. Is that what it would be like if Cynthia and he got married, and Beverly was living with them?

Of course, he was getting way ahead of himself. He loved Cynthia. But he had never told her. Why did it take so much courage to speak three simple words? Because she might not speak them back to him. But he would be brave. He would tell her tonight. Or maybe Wednesday night would be better. No, tonight.

Greg's part-time job as music minister at First Baptist Church required him to be at the church Tuesday through Friday mornings. Staff meetings were held on Tuesdays at 11:00 AM in the pastor's study.

Greg walked from his office, down the hallway to the pastoral suite. Anybody who wished to see the pastor had to go through Sadie Crumpet's office. She had been church secretary for over 25 years. Sadie was the glue that had held the church together through six pastors. At least, that was heropinion. She had plenty of opinions, and was not shy about sharing them.

Greg could hear Sadie talking on the phone in a confidential tone as he approached her office.

"Well, I knew all along he was gay...I knew he wouldn't get married. What's the use? Everybody knows. Why doesn't he just admit it?"

Greg thought, I am not gay. And how dare you gossip about me. Is this any way for a Christian to act? A church secretary?

He walked into her office and Sadie quickly ended her phone call.

"Is Pete already here?"

"Yes. Pete's here. The pastor's here. I'm here. We're just waiting for you, Greg."

Not that Greg was late. Pete was just early. He was always early.

The pastor, Dr. J. Marshall Huff, would lead the group in a prayer. They went over the list of prayer requests.

Dr. Huff said, "I got a call from Dr. Elmo Mobley this morning. He asked that we pray for his mother. He got the results of her tests this morning, and it's not good. She has Alzheimer's."

"What about the wedding? I've got extra custodial staff lined up to work Friday night," said Pete Termins. Pete was the volunteer chairman of the Building and Grounds Committee. He had been a life insurance salesman until a year earlier, when he retired at the age of 65. All of his energy, pushiness, and can-do att.i.tude had been redirected to his work for the church. He was annoying at times, but you had to admire his dependability and determination to get the job done, and get it done right.

Sadie said, "The wedding has been cancelled."

"Postponed," said the pastor.

"They'll never get married. And if they do, it won't last," she said.

"Now, I'm sure this is just a temporary setback," said the pastor.

"He's 56 years old. Never been married. He's gay," she said.

"Let just move on," said Dr. Huff. He would have fired Sadie if he thought he could get away with it. She was always blunt, and always said too much. But she had too many friends whose husbands were deacons. Any attempt to force her out would end badly for him.

Greg felt better. Sadie's phone conversation had been about Dr. Mobley-not him.

Greg said, "Who are the Mobleys? Are they members?"

Dr. Huff said, "Yes. But they rarely attend."

"Only on Easter," said Sadie.

"But they've given a lot of money to the church over the years. In the 70s they donated almost all of the funds to build the education wing," said Pete. "Morford and Mallie Mae used to be regular attenders."

"Until he died in a freak one-car accident," said Sadie.

"Okay. Does anybody else have a special prayer request?" said the pastor.

Elmo knocked lightly. Macy opened the door and let him into his mother's bedroom. She knew his reason for being home at midday. There could be no other reason.

Mallie Mae was sitting at a table, staring out the window. She had eaten very little of her lunch.

"Mother?"

Mallie Mae looked up at him in confusion. Then recognition.

"Oh, h.e.l.lo, Lilman."

Why couldn't she learn to call him Elmo? Everybody else did. "Looks like you weren't very hungry."

"This fruit is too..." She struggled to find the right word. "It's not ready," she finally said.

"Well, I talked to the doctor in Dallas. You know-the one who ran all the tests on you yesterday."

"I know. I'm not stupid, Son."

"Okay. I'm sorry. The results came back positive for Alzheimer's disease."

"What?"

"He says you have Alzheimer's disease."

"Hogwash. There's nothing wrong with me."

"Yes, there is, Mother. And you need to accept it."

"That doctor doesn't know what he's talking about."

"Okay. Then what's this?" said Elmo.

"What do you mean? It's my lunch."

"But what kind of food is this right here?"

"Mashed potatoes and gravy."

"And what about this?"

"It's...that chewy stuff...you know, they make it from those things in the gra.s.s."

"Cows?"

"Yeah."

"Mother, you're ill. But don't worry. I've postponed the wedding and I'm taking a leave of absence from my practice. I want to do my own research. I'll find the best treatment options for you."

Elmo turned and walked across the room and out the door. Macy followed him.

Macy said, "But Elmo-you don't want to ruin your practice. What about all your patients?"

"My new partner, Dr. Edwards, will take care of things while I'm out," said Elmo as he walked to the stairs.

Macy went back into the room and shut the door. Mallie Mae was standing, grinning at her. "See-I told you it would work. He's postponed the wedding."

"But what about his practice? He could destroy it if he stays away too long."

"Nah. We won't let that happen."

"I still don't understand how you fooled that doctor. He ran so many tests on you."

"The blood test and urine test and even the brain scan only ruled out other causes of my symptoms. Apparently, I pa.s.sed all of those, but I failed the memory tests, the problem solving, and the math and language tests. On purpose, of course."

"So, there's no way for a doctor to tell if you're faking? Then anybodycould do that."

"True. But why wouldthey? Why would you fakehaving Alzheimer's?"

Macy said, "I guess you wouldn't. Unless you wanted to stop your son from marrying the wrong woman."

They both laughed.

"But I feel bad about doing this to Elmo. Putting him through the misery and worry," said Macy.

"It won't kill him. Besides I had no choice. It was the only way I could stop him from ruining his life."

Carnie needed some advice. The plan was going down the toilet. She paced the floor of her bedroom as she flipped her phone open and clicked the speed dial number.

"The old woman has Alzheimer's and the wedding has been postponed," said Carnie.

"It could be postponed indefinitely."

"That's what I'm worried about. But what can I do?"

"Have you considered taking her out?"