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Harold again, I’ll be fine.”
“I want to thank you all for coming tonight,” Sylvia said. “I’m sure it wasn’t quite what you expected, but it has done me so much good to talk. I hope you feel the same way. We need to meet once a month and chart our progress. If you want to get together in the meantime, I’m open.”
“Let’s have a ‘ladies’ day at the spa,” Rachel cried out. She turned and looked at Marvin. “I didn’t mean to leave you out; you can go along with us.”
He chuckled.
“That sounds like a nice idea, but I’ll pass on the spa. I do have a suggestion, though. Maybe we can do a ski trip this winter. We have five months to plan.”
“I don’t ski,” Claudette said.
“I don’t, either, but I’d like to try,” Rachel said. A sly grin crossed her face.
“I love to ski,” Ashley interjected. “I won’t be able to do any skiing because of the baby, but I’m all for going.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Sylvia said. “What about you, Mona?”
“Whatever the crowd wants to do, I’m in.”
“Marvin, if you check on the location, cost for transportation and hotel, I’ll do the rest,” Sylvia said. “Is everyone in?”
“Yes,” everyone agreed.
“When are we doing the spa thing?” Ashley asked.
“How about two Fridays from now? We’ll take off from our jobs and make it our day,” Rachel said.
“I have a doctor’s appointment that day,” Ashley replied. “But I could still join you later in the afternoon.”
“No,” Sylvia said. “We can change it to another time.”
“You go on and tell me how it is,” Ashley pressed.
“I can’t go, either,” Claudette said. “Fridays and Saturdays are my busiest days at the shop.”
“Okay, everybody. We have a ski trip and a spa day in the works. Now let’s exhale and close the files for tonight,” Sylvia said.
Everyone thanked her for a great evening. Under the commotion of good-byes, Marvin asked Rachel, “May I walk you to your car?”
Rachel grinned.
The Road to Recovery
A brilliant sun shone in the spring sky just as the weatherman proclaimed. Temperatures in the high eighties and low nineties were predicted for the week and air conditioners would be working overtime, although it wouldn’t officially be summer for another two weeks.
Sylvia jumped up from the table with the last of her bagel still in her mouth and an empty coffee cup on the table. She stretched her arms upward to the left, then the right and brought them down slowly in front of her, exhaling as she did. She lifted her arms again and locked them together, twisting her torso from side to side. When she finished her stretches, she walked to the small TV that sat on the brown granite island that sat in the middle of her spacious kitchen.
The kitchen was a mauve color with black and granite marbleized tiles creating a border between the black electric appliances and the large oak cabinets that adorned the walls. The kitchen boasted a large pantry, large enough for four adults to fit inside.
Sylvia had enjoyed whipping up gourmet meals for her husband in this kitchen, but today was not about him. For the first time in a long time, Sylvia felt rejuvenated. Last night’s meeting had been a success. It had made Sylvia rethink her present state of mind. Hate, anger and distrust now had been replaced with joy, jubilation and rebirth—blessings.
T. D. Jakes’ voice came from the TV. She sat down and brought one foot onto the chair and hugged her knee as she listened. She found him captivating and hung on to his every word. He admonished husbands and wives to love each other as Christ loved the church. Love begets love, and when you reward each other you honor God. Sylvia looked away. Then T. D. Jakes’ voice rose to a crescendo. “Women, men who have been betrayed, mistreated, let down, and kicked to the curb by love, get up now and raise your hands toward Heaven, for you have been loosed to love.”
Sylvia jumped up
“I want to thank you all for coming tonight,” Sylvia said. “I’m sure it wasn’t quite what you expected, but it has done me so much good to talk. I hope you feel the same way. We need to meet once a month and chart our progress. If you want to get together in the meantime, I’m open.”
“Let’s have a ‘ladies’ day at the spa,” Rachel cried out. She turned and looked at Marvin. “I didn’t mean to leave you out; you can go along with us.”
He chuckled.
“That sounds like a nice idea, but I’ll pass on the spa. I do have a suggestion, though. Maybe we can do a ski trip this winter. We have five months to plan.”
“I don’t ski,” Claudette said.
“I don’t, either, but I’d like to try,” Rachel said. A sly grin crossed her face.
“I love to ski,” Ashley interjected. “I won’t be able to do any skiing because of the baby, but I’m all for going.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Sylvia said. “What about you, Mona?”
“Whatever the crowd wants to do, I’m in.”
“Marvin, if you check on the location, cost for transportation and hotel, I’ll do the rest,” Sylvia said. “Is everyone in?”
“Yes,” everyone agreed.
“When are we doing the spa thing?” Ashley asked.
“How about two Fridays from now? We’ll take off from our jobs and make it our day,” Rachel said.
“I have a doctor’s appointment that day,” Ashley replied. “But I could still join you later in the afternoon.”
“No,” Sylvia said. “We can change it to another time.”
“You go on and tell me how it is,” Ashley pressed.
“I can’t go, either,” Claudette said. “Fridays and Saturdays are my busiest days at the shop.”
“Okay, everybody. We have a ski trip and a spa day in the works. Now let’s exhale and close the files for tonight,” Sylvia said.
Everyone thanked her for a great evening. Under the commotion of good-byes, Marvin asked Rachel, “May I walk you to your car?”
Rachel grinned.
The Road to Recovery
A brilliant sun shone in the spring sky just as the weatherman proclaimed. Temperatures in the high eighties and low nineties were predicted for the week and air conditioners would be working overtime, although it wouldn’t officially be summer for another two weeks.
Sylvia jumped up from the table with the last of her bagel still in her mouth and an empty coffee cup on the table. She stretched her arms upward to the left, then the right and brought them down slowly in front of her, exhaling as she did. She lifted her arms again and locked them together, twisting her torso from side to side. When she finished her stretches, she walked to the small TV that sat on the brown granite island that sat in the middle of her spacious kitchen.
The kitchen was a mauve color with black and granite marbleized tiles creating a border between the black electric appliances and the large oak cabinets that adorned the walls. The kitchen boasted a large pantry, large enough for four adults to fit inside.
Sylvia had enjoyed whipping up gourmet meals for her husband in this kitchen, but today was not about him. For the first time in a long time, Sylvia felt rejuvenated. Last night’s meeting had been a success. It had made Sylvia rethink her present state of mind. Hate, anger and distrust now had been replaced with joy, jubilation and rebirth—blessings.
T. D. Jakes’ voice came from the TV. She sat down and brought one foot onto the chair and hugged her knee as she listened. She found him captivating and hung on to his every word. He admonished husbands and wives to love each other as Christ loved the church. Love begets love, and when you reward each other you honor God. Sylvia looked away. Then T. D. Jakes’ voice rose to a crescendo. “Women, men who have been betrayed, mistreated, let down, and kicked to the curb by love, get up now and raise your hands toward Heaven, for you have been loosed to love.”
Sylvia jumped up
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