The Preacher s WifeChapter 5
My flight back to Kansas from Greece was delayed on its last leg by thunderstorms and tornado warnings. I was relieved. I dreaded having to face up to my husband. He had to suspect that the extra days I had stayed in Greece had not been devoted to a study of ancient Greek monuments. Nor did I get my tanned-all-over body while admiring icons in Greek churches. He was waiting for me at the airport. He kissed me on the cheek and led me to our car – a nice two-year old automobile that my...