|
|
| .... |
Excerpt
I walked slowly behind Mother to Pastor Dorthea’s office. The moment she
opened the door, my heart sank because I knew she had played me. Still I
silently prayed, God, bless me not to say or do anything I may regret.
Please, Lord. Hold my tongue and protect my heart. Please, God!
Pastor
walked over to me. She wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me to the center
of the room. I tried to resist her, but she wouldn’t let me go.
She
said, trying to force me to sit down, “You know, Nicole, you’re such a
beautiful woman and God has blessed you with so many talents. Not too many
people can coordinate such an awesome event for the needy. You have truly
been a blessin’ to this church.
“Not
just tonight, though. Because your help with the Teen Ministry and the Youth
Choir has been tremendous as well. And God is lookin’ down on you. He’s got so
many plans for you. And I hate to bring this up, but you can’t keep livin’
like you livin’ and expect Him not to bring damnation upon you and that boy
you layin’ up with.”
I
turned to the picture of The Baptism, painted by some unknown artist
that hung on the wall to the right of her desk.
“Now
don’t get upset with me because I know the devil comes to us in all kinds of
ways, disguisin’ himself in the form of a man you may think you love. But if a
man truly loves you, he ain’t gonna make you leave your home, honey. Or steal
from your husband.”
My
blood pressure shot up a couple of notches, but I kept my eyes on the young
girl being emerged in the blue waters even after Mother hummed, “A-a-men.”
Pastor
continued, still holding on to my arm, although I was trying to ease away from
her as gently as possible. “Nicole, I know you and Jeff have had your share
of ups and downs and a lot of them weren’t your fault. But you know as well
as I do that he’s overall a good man and a great provider.”
Mother
added, “Jeff has taken excellent care of you over the years. You’ve got a
beautiful house with beautiful things. And look how he helped me get my car
last year.” It was my first time hearing it. “But that boy, who you think
you’re in love with, is he worth you walkin’ out on a man of God? Will he ever
be worth your salvation and your soul? Because look at where he came from.
Look at his mother and her brothers. They’re disgustin’! All they’ve ever been
are alcoholics, drug addicts, and trouble and that’s exactly what that boy is.
Trouble. He’s no good and just after whatever change you got.”
“How is
Alex trouble, Mother? And what makes him no good? Because you say so?” I
stared at her, waiting for her to answer. She just kept her nose in the air.
“You
know, Mother, you and Pastor…” I snatched my arm away from her. She jumped
back like I had pulled a gun on her. “Stand here praisin’ Jeff like he’s God.
Well, what about all of those children he has? All born while we were married.
Ain’t that adultery, too? Or are y’all readin’ from a different Bible than me?
And you’re talkin’ about me stealin’ from him. I don’t have to steal from Jeff
or anybody else.
“Because I. Yes, I, Mother, own…” I didn’t want to go into details for fear
of her repeating every word I said to him. “A buildin’ or two. He doesn’t
have a job, so what money does he have to steal? He’s got you all fooled, but
you know what, that’s your problem. Because I don’t have to explain myself or
the decisions I make to you or anybody else. I’ve been out of your house for
twenty years so I think you tellin’ me what to do is long over.”
Pastor
shook her head. “Leola, you just can’t talk to them when they’re like this.
They start lustin’ after these young devils and lose their minds.”
“You
don’t know what a devil is until you’ve lived with a man like Jeff. You know
as well as I do that he’s slept with just about every woman in Holy Hill. But
I’m wrong to have left him. I can’t say movin’ in with another man was the
right choice, but my life with Jeff was hell! And Mother, you have seen me
beat up too many times to even pretend he’s the kind of husband God wants him
to be.”
“I also
see that you’re a slut!”
|
|
Sheila Peele-Miller © 2006 Webmistress - Tee C. Royal |