Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing. -- Proverbs 18:22
It was a tender dawn in May, and Jonah found himself watching it unfold from the patio outside the auditorium. There, the noise of the middle-school graduation party inside seemed to condense, to settle tranquilly with the dew of the soft Utah air. In the west the stars were surrendering to the day.
"Hello, Jonah," came her voice from behind. Sarah's voice.