Dear Mr. Gillespie: I'll Take My Psyche Back If You Are Finished With It

The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

One Sunday afternoon as everyone was doing their post sermon meet and greet routines, a family friend introduced Becky to a man named David Gillespie. David was a short, stocky, fair skinned red head with black wire rimmed glasses. He was a twenty-six year old ex-cop who was currently the church’s bus driver and deacon, among other things. My mother fell for David almost immediately. David was the epitome of the lady’s man: romantic, charming and silver tongued. ...