CHAPTER 10
“I thought I might find you in here.” Carl’s booming voice pierced through the silence of the church library.
Scott looked up from the book he’d been reading.
“What you got there?” Carl asked.
He held it up. “Revolution in World Missions. You read it?”
Carl smiled. “Only about five times. You set? Sandy and Woong are waiting in the car.”
Scott followed his pastor out the door. Carl fumbled in his pockets and muttered, “Now where did I put those keys?”
Once they reached his Honda, Carl eased himself into the driver’s seat, and Scott hopped in the back. Carl’s wife Sandy turned around to smile at him. “I’m so glad you decided to join us for lunch.”
“I can’t find my keys,” Carl grumbled, and Sandy pointed to the ignition, where they dangled from a New Orleans Saints keychai
