"Sister Champagne?" Oh no. I didn't even realize my pastor was sitting amongst them. Well, he is a married man after all. "Do you possibly mean that she—"
Duke doesn't even allow the man to complete his words before answering, "Yes."
"That's my wife." A kind of eerie yet exciting Possessiveness seems to surround his words. He suddenly makes me sound like something that wholly and only belongs to him. Something to not be shared with anyone else and something he doesn't want to share with anyone else.
"Sister Champagne! Really?" Somebody is saying.
"So you're the husband we know exists but have never seen." Another person is saying.
"We finally get to see the mystery man who swept our dear sister champagne off her feet."
"In the flesh." Duke responds.
"Wow, brother Duke you stole such a beautiful sweet girl, hope you're making up for that?" Some asks teasingly.
Duke nods and says, "Every day."
