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weren’t worth a man’s full commitment has you fooled. You’re an extraordinary woman, and I’m glad that I met you.”
Kimberly reached into her purse, pulled out her business card, and handed it to Sterling. “My cell phone number is on there also.”
Sterling smiled and tucked the card into his pocket. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you, Sterling,” Kim told him. “I haven’t had a man make me feel like that in some time.”
“Feel like what?”
“Worthy.”
“Sterling!” A voice called out to him from behind.
Sterling and Kimberly turned in the direction from which it came.
“I just had to come and shake your hand personally.” The gentleman told him.
“Sergio!” Sterling said surprised.
Another gentleman walked just behind Sergio. He kissed Sterling on both cheeks.
“Georgio!” Sterling said, greeting him.
“ Bellisimo !” Georgio declared. “You stole the show, my friend!”
“That kimono was exquisite!” Sergio told him. “And those shoes!”
“And that parka!” Georgio said, kissing the tips of his fingers. “Marvelous!”
“Well, Georgio, you and Sergio inspire me,” Sterling told them.
Kimberly backed up and turned toward the ocean. Her mind was on Sterling. Could he really be all that he was cracked up to be? He seemed like a nice guy. In fact, too nice. That brought two questions into her head. One, was he just a big sham? Or, was he too nice for her to risk hurting? She had heard about those rebound relationships. The ones where the next guy comes along, picks you up off of your feet, and then ends up getting hurt once you’re feeling better and ready to move on. Could she hurt him like that? And what about John? A man that she had loved with every fiber of her being. What if he came to her and said that he loved her, and wanted to be with her, and that he was willing to move away with her and start life fresh somewhere else? What would that mean? Would she go? Could she hurt this man standing behind her like that?
Kimberly stood facing the ocean, lost in her thoughts so much, that she never realized that she had three of the biggest designers in the world standing behind her talking.
Chapter Nine
St. Phillip’s Episcopal Church was a one hundred and ninety year old neo-gothic style church, planted in the middle of Harlem’s West 134th Street. It was home to the city’s African American movers and shakers, and had been for most of its nearly two hundred year old existence. The Church’s history read like a history book, as it had bore witness to most of the nation’s great events. It even had plenty of history of its own.
The current building had been constructed in 1910, and had been designed by the first African American licensed as an architect in the State of New York. The building had been designated as a New York City designated landmark, and during the 1950’s, was home to the largest Christian congregation in the United States. Such proud history is what kept the church so prominent in the eyes of the east coast’s wealthy African American community. It’s what kept the church’s membership swollen, and what kept its coffers full. It’s also what kept the wealthy Westchester crowd driving into the city for Sunday service; including the Neels.
“Glad you could make it this Sunday, darling,” Marjorie Neel told her daughter.
Kimberly exhaled forcibly, and plopped down on the pew next to her mother. “Mom, don’t start.”
“Why, were you out late last night sinning, in that big giant nest of sin you call the city?” Marjorie asked.
Kimberly leaned forward, peering around her mother. “Hi, Dad.”
“Hi, baby,” Thornton Neel greeted his daughter. “Good to see you. You look really pretty today.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” Kim smiled. She could always count on her father to make her feel good.
Marjorie struck her husband
Kimberly reached into her purse, pulled out her business card, and handed it to Sterling. “My cell phone number is on there also.”
Sterling smiled and tucked the card into his pocket. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you, Sterling,” Kim told him. “I haven’t had a man make me feel like that in some time.”
“Feel like what?”
“Worthy.”
“Sterling!” A voice called out to him from behind.
Sterling and Kimberly turned in the direction from which it came.
“I just had to come and shake your hand personally.” The gentleman told him.
“Sergio!” Sterling said surprised.
Another gentleman walked just behind Sergio. He kissed Sterling on both cheeks.
“Georgio!” Sterling said, greeting him.
“ Bellisimo !” Georgio declared. “You stole the show, my friend!”
“That kimono was exquisite!” Sergio told him. “And those shoes!”
“And that parka!” Georgio said, kissing the tips of his fingers. “Marvelous!”
“Well, Georgio, you and Sergio inspire me,” Sterling told them.
Kimberly backed up and turned toward the ocean. Her mind was on Sterling. Could he really be all that he was cracked up to be? He seemed like a nice guy. In fact, too nice. That brought two questions into her head. One, was he just a big sham? Or, was he too nice for her to risk hurting? She had heard about those rebound relationships. The ones where the next guy comes along, picks you up off of your feet, and then ends up getting hurt once you’re feeling better and ready to move on. Could she hurt him like that? And what about John? A man that she had loved with every fiber of her being. What if he came to her and said that he loved her, and wanted to be with her, and that he was willing to move away with her and start life fresh somewhere else? What would that mean? Would she go? Could she hurt this man standing behind her like that?
Kimberly stood facing the ocean, lost in her thoughts so much, that she never realized that she had three of the biggest designers in the world standing behind her talking.
Chapter Nine
St. Phillip’s Episcopal Church was a one hundred and ninety year old neo-gothic style church, planted in the middle of Harlem’s West 134th Street. It was home to the city’s African American movers and shakers, and had been for most of its nearly two hundred year old existence. The Church’s history read like a history book, as it had bore witness to most of the nation’s great events. It even had plenty of history of its own.
The current building had been constructed in 1910, and had been designed by the first African American licensed as an architect in the State of New York. The building had been designated as a New York City designated landmark, and during the 1950’s, was home to the largest Christian congregation in the United States. Such proud history is what kept the church so prominent in the eyes of the east coast’s wealthy African American community. It’s what kept the church’s membership swollen, and what kept its coffers full. It’s also what kept the wealthy Westchester crowd driving into the city for Sunday service; including the Neels.
“Glad you could make it this Sunday, darling,” Marjorie Neel told her daughter.
Kimberly exhaled forcibly, and plopped down on the pew next to her mother. “Mom, don’t start.”
“Why, were you out late last night sinning, in that big giant nest of sin you call the city?” Marjorie asked.
Kimberly leaned forward, peering around her mother. “Hi, Dad.”
“Hi, baby,” Thornton Neel greeted his daughter. “Good to see you. You look really pretty today.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” Kim smiled. She could always count on her father to make her feel good.
Marjorie struck her husband
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