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loss for words, Rafael rested his forehead against that of the woman he loved. “I love you, Princess.”
Princess felt bad that her focus was elsewhere, that her priorities were different than the man earlier described as her beloved. But she couldn’t do anything about that right now. Now, she had to get to her uncle.
“I have to change,” she said, pulling away from Rafael and heading down the hall. “And get to the hospital as soon as I can.”
Joni and Sarah ran into the room with Princess. Erin entered just seconds behind them and she and Sarah began working on the thirty pearl-styled buttons on the back of the wedding gown. Joni found her purse. Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone and sent a quick text. She didn’t know Pastor Montgomery all that well, but Joni’s husband was best friends with his son. She couldn’t even imagine how Brandon would feel if he found out that Derrick had died.
In less than ten minutes, Princess was out of her wedding dress and putting on the summer dress she’d worn to the church. Sarah and Joni had also changed into their street clothes. “Where’s my purse?” Princess asked.
“I’ve got it,” Sarah answered. “Let’s go.”
They headed for the door.
“Wait,” Joni said, stopping midstride. “We all came together in the limo. How are we going to get to the hospital?”
A knock interrupted the conversation. Princess opened the door.
“You ready?” Rafael had changed from his tux to a pair of jeans. Greg stood next to him.
“Yes, but we don’t know how we’ll get there. Should we take the limo?”
“Of course.” Rafael reached for her hand and led her down the hallway. “I’ve got you, baby. Come on.”
10
Pray
M ama Max thanked the church member who’d given her a ride home, and then hurried up the sidewalk to her front door. She was still reeling from what had happened before her very eyes: a strong, fine, healthy looking man keeling over, appearing for all the world as if he was dead. “Lord have mercy,” she said, fumbling in her oversized bag for the keys to her home. She found them, but in the rush to get the key in the lock, dropped the keys and then her purse. Contents spilled out everywhere. “Jesus!”
Next door, Henry was exiting his house and walking toward his Toyota Camry parked in the driveway. When he saw his neighbor in an apparent panic, he bypassed his automobile and crossed the yard. “Maxie, you okay?” He reached the porch, took the steps two at a time, and began helping Mama Max gather her things.
Maxie looked up as he kneeled down. “Oh . . . hi, Henry.”
“Is everything all right?”
Having retrieved all of her items, Mama Max attempted to stand. Henry helped her up. “I’ve been better, to tell you the truth.”
“You just came from the wedding, right?”
Mama Max nodded, placing her key inside the lock and giving it a quick turn. She walked into her home and threw her purse on the table.
Henry followed her inside. “Well, for what is generally thought of as a celebratory occasion, you sure don’t seem too happy.”
“Princess didn’t get married, Henry.” Mama Max continued into the living room and, after retrieving the cordless phone, took a seat on the couch. “Something happened to one of the pastors who was attending, a close family friend. He passed out right in the middle of the ceremony. They rushed him to the hospital in an ambulance.”
“Oh, Lord, Maxie. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Me too.” Mama Max began dialing a number, and then looked up at Henry. “I don’t mean to be rude, neighbor, but I need to make some phone calls right now.”
“Oh, sure, of course,” Henry said, backing away before turning and heading to the door. “I sure am sorry to hear about your friend. Let me know of any way I can help.”
“You can pray,” Mama Max answered without hesitation.
Henry’s pause was almost imperceptible before he responded, “All right.”
The door had
Princess felt bad that her focus was elsewhere, that her priorities were different than the man earlier described as her beloved. But she couldn’t do anything about that right now. Now, she had to get to her uncle.
“I have to change,” she said, pulling away from Rafael and heading down the hall. “And get to the hospital as soon as I can.”
Joni and Sarah ran into the room with Princess. Erin entered just seconds behind them and she and Sarah began working on the thirty pearl-styled buttons on the back of the wedding gown. Joni found her purse. Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone and sent a quick text. She didn’t know Pastor Montgomery all that well, but Joni’s husband was best friends with his son. She couldn’t even imagine how Brandon would feel if he found out that Derrick had died.
In less than ten minutes, Princess was out of her wedding dress and putting on the summer dress she’d worn to the church. Sarah and Joni had also changed into their street clothes. “Where’s my purse?” Princess asked.
“I’ve got it,” Sarah answered. “Let’s go.”
They headed for the door.
“Wait,” Joni said, stopping midstride. “We all came together in the limo. How are we going to get to the hospital?”
A knock interrupted the conversation. Princess opened the door.
“You ready?” Rafael had changed from his tux to a pair of jeans. Greg stood next to him.
“Yes, but we don’t know how we’ll get there. Should we take the limo?”
“Of course.” Rafael reached for her hand and led her down the hallway. “I’ve got you, baby. Come on.”
10
Pray
M ama Max thanked the church member who’d given her a ride home, and then hurried up the sidewalk to her front door. She was still reeling from what had happened before her very eyes: a strong, fine, healthy looking man keeling over, appearing for all the world as if he was dead. “Lord have mercy,” she said, fumbling in her oversized bag for the keys to her home. She found them, but in the rush to get the key in the lock, dropped the keys and then her purse. Contents spilled out everywhere. “Jesus!”
Next door, Henry was exiting his house and walking toward his Toyota Camry parked in the driveway. When he saw his neighbor in an apparent panic, he bypassed his automobile and crossed the yard. “Maxie, you okay?” He reached the porch, took the steps two at a time, and began helping Mama Max gather her things.
Maxie looked up as he kneeled down. “Oh . . . hi, Henry.”
“Is everything all right?”
Having retrieved all of her items, Mama Max attempted to stand. Henry helped her up. “I’ve been better, to tell you the truth.”
“You just came from the wedding, right?”
Mama Max nodded, placing her key inside the lock and giving it a quick turn. She walked into her home and threw her purse on the table.
Henry followed her inside. “Well, for what is generally thought of as a celebratory occasion, you sure don’t seem too happy.”
“Princess didn’t get married, Henry.” Mama Max continued into the living room and, after retrieving the cordless phone, took a seat on the couch. “Something happened to one of the pastors who was attending, a close family friend. He passed out right in the middle of the ceremony. They rushed him to the hospital in an ambulance.”
“Oh, Lord, Maxie. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Me too.” Mama Max began dialing a number, and then looked up at Henry. “I don’t mean to be rude, neighbor, but I need to make some phone calls right now.”
“Oh, sure, of course,” Henry said, backing away before turning and heading to the door. “I sure am sorry to hear about your friend. Let me know of any way I can help.”
“You can pray,” Mama Max answered without hesitation.
Henry’s pause was almost imperceptible before he responded, “All right.”
The door had
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