"Sounds like a plan," he said, though he wasn't able to make his voice sound as casual as he wanted it to. He didn't feel casual.
He carried the coffee into the Cedar Room, through to the kitchen where he poured it down the drain. The mug was stashed in the dishwasher, and then he did a round of his parishioners, farewelling the few stragglers who had held on just to say goodbye to him.
He walked William Dryden out the door, his last parishioner to leave, giving the man a quick hug and a promise to see him on Thursday. Then Tuck returned to his church, his gaze stuck on the cross at the front. What's your plan here, big guy? he silently asked God.
God didn't answer.
Tuck sighed and took a seat in one of the pews, not really ready to head back to the parsonage yet.