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please, fix your plate. You look like you need to eat. Is Monica feeding you?”
    Shade thrown and I caught it. It was subtle, but nonetheless, it was still there.
    â€œMom, Monica cooks for me all the time.”
    â€œWell, I can clearly see she’s eating. Is she gaining the weight you are losing?”
    This was her way of criticizing me and my weight without coming out her mouth and calling me fat. She was real good at dancing around things she didn’t like, and right now, she was fox-trotting all around me.
    â€œMom,” Devin called out.
    â€œHoney, I’m just worried about you is all.”
    Shade thrown again. I pursed my lips as I looked at the various guests around the table who also understood the shade thrown but knew better than to say anything to the first lady.
    â€œI’m fine, Mom. I’m eating very well,” Devin countered.
    â€œIf you say so. But you do look a few pounds lighter.”
    Devin passed me the dishes after placing food onto his plate. I felt like all eyes were on me to see how much food I was going to put on my plate after the shade Isabelle threw. I didn’t know why they were paying attention to me because a few of them weren’t lean themselves. A couple of them were bigger than me. Unfortunately, Mrs. Woods was an elegant, tiny woman. I had to give it to her, for sixty years old, she was a beautiful woman. Her nutbrown skin was flawless. There wasn’t a wrinkle in sight. Her hair was cut in a pixie style, making her look twenty years younger than she was. She was about five foot two and couldn’t weigh any more than 110 pounds. She could stand to eat a bit more herself, but I guess the first lady needed to maintain her image of what she considered perfection.
    Georgiana was a very pretty woman also. Her shape could easily be compared to that of Beyoncé. Her skin was a golden brown, eyes catlike, giving her an exotic appeal, and her hair was cut into an edgy layered bob which had pops of red making her more alluring. To say I was jealous was an understatement. As much as I didn’t like her, I could see what my husband saw in Georgiana. I just hoped his feelings for her would remain in the past.
    â€œWell, son, I was telling everyone about how excited I am about the church anniversary celebration we are having the Sunday after this one coming up. I can’t believe it’s been twenty-five years already.”
    â€œWe are so excited about it too,” Deacon Jackson stated.
    â€œWe all are,” his wife added.
    â€œWe have a choir coming all the way from New York to sing the Lord’s praises that day,” Secretary Annabelle stated.
    â€œAnd they are wonderful. They really know how to get people on their feet. It’s sure to be a magnificent church service,” Devin’s mother said.
    â€œSon, I know you are going to enjoy yourself,” Mr. Woods stated.
    Devin swallowed hard as his body became rigid. He placed his fork on his plate as he cleared his throat before saying, “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to make it.”
    An awkward silence filled the room. Everyone’s gazes shifted to his dad who picked up his napkin and dabbed at his mouth as he chewed the remainder of the food in his mouth.
    Forehead creased, his father leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. Hands now in the steeple position, his stout voice broke the stillness as he asked, “What do you mean you are not going to be able to make it?”
    My heart galloped for my husband. Mr. Woods wasn’t my father, but he was definitely an intimidating individual.
    Shifting nervously, Devin said, “I have to fly out to California on business.”
    â€œHoney, you sure you can’t reschedule? You know we would love to have you there. You are our only child, and this event is very important to us,” his mother chided.
    â€œYou see, Isabelle, this is what I’m talking about. This boy chooses