Max stared at Charlie. “My Lord, Charlie, I hadn’t thought about that. You’re right, of course. We have to clarify this and set the record right. Got any ideas?”

“What if you said something to the congregation in church next Sunday? I’m not sure how much of this you’d be willing to share with folks, but I think if they hear at least some of it from you, it’ll all settle down and things will change for your daughter-in-law.” He rested a hand on Max’s shoulder. “Hey, Max, I am really sorry. This stinks.”

“But you’re right, Charlie. Sarina’s good name’s been smeared. She doesn’t deserve that, nor does Denny. He’s a good man.” Max looked at Charlie. “Thanks, my friend. Thanks a lot.”

“Glad to be of help, and by the way, good luck on the restaurant. I stuck my head in there as I came through. Looks great.” Charlie smiled and walked from the room.

43

A Time for Truth

A proud and private man, Max reserved business and personal matters to himself and Hannah, but now he could no longer ignore the false rumors and the price Sarina and Denny were paying. For several days, he pondered what he might say and when. Then he squared his shoulders and headed for the church office.

In his office, Denny found it difficult to phrase a talk he planned to give about the dangers of gossip, without naming names.

It was a huge relief when Max walked in and announced, “Denny, I spoke to Charlie. I’d like to talk to the congregation this Sunday. I’m sore as can be and troubled by the vicious gossip about you and my daughter-in-law. It’s unconscionable.”

Denny stared up at the tall, solid man standing across from him. If there was anyone in Covington whom he respected and trusted, it was George Maxwell.

“Yes, of course. Please sit down, Max. What do you have in mind?”

Max lowered himself into the chair across from the desk. He sighed. “The truth,” he said. “The truth about my son. I detest it that innocent people are suffering for the guilty, especially when I am in a position to do something about it. I’m going to tell them the truth about Zachary, who he is, what he’s done to that young woman and to his family.” His intent made clear, Max rose. “You’ll allow me the time to address your congregation?”

“Of course.” A huge weight lifted from his shoulders. Denny stood and extended his hand, which vanished into Max’s grip. “And thank you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Max said, thinking that he must find Hannah and tell her what he planned to do.

The church bulletin informed parishioners that George Maxwell would speak this Sunday morning, but provided no information as to his topic. As people arrived and took their seats, there was much whispered speculation.