I never created DC canon.
Reverend Amos Howell proceeded to smile after he ate a bit of fried chicken skin. Crunchy and crispy. The drumstick was finished before the bone was placed on one plate. Another drumstick was removed from the bucket of fried chicken. Reverend Howell bit into it and enjoyed every second.
He glanced at the Kents while his smile remained.
After supper, Reverend Howell stood and went upstairs. He walked into his bedroom where his eyes were on a stack of papers.
Ones for his usual sermon marathon. Reverend Howell approached the small table and skimmed the papers. Perfect words. Perfect evenings.
THE END