Like clockwork, Liam picked up Pad and RJ at nine-thirty. The drive to the church was uneventful. As they pulled up, Pad noticed that four of the Washingtonian palms that lined the entrance to the wood-framed church had white balloons tied around the middle of their trunks, approximately five feet off the ground. The humidity was already on the rise so as soon as they exited the vehicle they ran inside to the church.
“Jack was out here at seven putting them up,” said Liam. “I know. He had me come here with my ladder.”
“So you guys are talking?” asked RJ.
“We’re talking. Always have. We’ve agreed to be friends. That’s all.” Liam stepped out of his car and put on his tux jacket. “Your aunt’s here already.”
“That’s early,” said Pad. Pad stepped into the narthex with RJ and Liam. The first
