"It's got to be a church," she said. "That's the one thing I've always been certain of."
"Why not?" Phil said. "There's a dozen churches that exist on weddings. Don't even have a congregation. Just weddings. One of 'em ought to have a vacant ten minutes today."
They found a phone booth and Lin began making calls. The third number was answered by a man with an Irish brogue who blessed them for their eagerness and agreed to perform the ceremony at once.
"Hah!" Lin said when he hung up. "We'd have got along without you okay, Phil. Reverend O'Hara said he has a witness on hand all the time for couples like us."
"I'll trail along anyway," Phil grinned, "What is the rush though? How long have you two known each other?"
"We ran into each other a few days ago," Dorothy said, taking Lin's hand and leading him toward the sidewalk.
Phil followed them and noted silently the way they glanced anxiously about when they were out in the open, as though afraid of being seen by someone.
Lin flagged a cruising taxi again. The three of them piled into it and Lin gave the address of the church.
Phil broke the silence after a few blocks. "I'm being nosey, I know. But you two were obviously looking to see if you were being followed. Why don't you tell old uncle Phil about it? Huh?"
"About what?" Lin said, turning innocent eyes on him.