The doorbell sounds, and there the Reverend Deacon stands side by side with a woman of a certain age dressed tastefully in a burgundy cardigan sweater partly concealing a beige priest's shirt with a white clerical collar and a forest green skirt. She is wearing on her feet flat sensible loafers, and her feet are a bit large for a woman. She is not overly tall, her slightly angular face wears John Lennon glasses and she has a serene smile. But for her feet and her hands I would guess her to be a real woman. Her straight hair is grey and cut pageboy style with bangs. Deacon Jenkins is well in his fifties, his greyish brown hair combed back over his high forehead, and he wears brown rim glasses, He is dressed in a grey tweed jacket with a white button up shirt and blue jeans. He appears calm, competent and very trustworthy. I would say that the woman could pass for a librarian, and the deacon for a high school principal, or something like that.
"You would be Christopher", he says, extending his hand which I eagerly accept and shake. "And this is the Rev. Karen Wilson.
"I am very pleased to make your acquaintance", she says in a neutral voice that could be male or female, as she also eagerly shakes my hand...
"My friends are still making breakfast. Let's step into the living room and we'll start with some coffee..."
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