He’d been too tired to do anything other than give the room a cursory glance last night. But this morning, when he woke to the sunlight filtering through the cracks in the shutter, he took a better look at his surroundings and realized just how impressive the display of memorabilia actually was. There were framed shirts and photographs hanging on the walls, as well as autographed balls—one by Hank Aaron and another by Babe Ruth—lining a polished oak bookshelf. “I hope you like baseball,” Cassandra had said. Craig did. Or, rather, he used to. Ever since his injury, he’d been hard-pressed to even watch a game. A knock sounded lightly at the door. “Pastor Craig?” Cassandra asked. “Yes?” “Breakfast is ready.” “Thank you. I’ll be right out.” He tucked the tails of his pale blue dress shirt into his black slacks, then buckled and adjusted his belt. He also put on a tie, something he would have to get used to wearing. Before leaving the bathroom, he took one last look in the mirror, making sure that, other than the piece of toilet paper he’d stuck to his chin to stop the bleeding of a razor cut, he would be putting his best foot forward today.
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