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all the way down. “No such thing as I didn’t cheat technically .
You cast somebody else in a role that only your wife should play—honey,
that’s cheatin’ whether you sleep with the other woman or not.”
    He sighed.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
    “I know I’m
right.”
    My doorbell went
haywire, suddenly, and I knew exactly who to blame. That Cameron brought a
smile to my face before he even skipped into the house. I knew Son had a key,
so I waited for a few seconds before my great-grandson come bounding into the
kitchen, “Hi, Mama B!”
    “Hey there,
Cameron!”
    He wrapped his
chunky little arms around my waist and squeezed for dear life. I squeezed him
right back. Seemed like we had a contest going on there for a second. Hmph!
    Finally, he
pulled away and asked, “What’d you make for dessert?”
    I should have
known. “Well, for the meal ,
I made turkey stew, a small salad, and I’ve got cornbread in the oven.”
    Worry wriggled
across his fat cheeks. “No dessert?”
    “Of course, I
made dessert. Sweet potato pie. Made it yesterday so it would taste even better
today.”
    He pumped his
fist into the air. “Yes!”
    “You make me a
pie to take home?” Son asked.
    “Sure did.
Sittin’ in the microwave.”
    “Thank you,
Mama.” Son hugged me and said hello to Derrick.
    “Where’s Wanda?”
I inquired about my daughter-in-law.
    “She was going
to come, but she wasn’t feeling well. She didn’t even make it to church this
morning. I think she’s coming down with something, so I decided Cameron and I
should stay clear of her.”
    “Hmmm. I’ll give
her a call later and pray with her. Did you pray for her, Son?”
    “Naw.” He
shrugged. “She didn’t ask me to.”
    “She ain’t got
to ask. You the man. You the spiritual covering, ain’t nobody in a better
position than you to pray for your wife. What’s going on with you men today?”
    Cameron,
Derrick, and Son sat there speechless. Looking at me like I’d asked a million
dollar question. I dunked my tasting spoon into the sink and washed it. “God
knew what He was doing when He created Eve, ‘cause y’all definitely need
help.”
    I hung the
dishtowel over the faucet. “Y’all wash up. We’ll eat as soon as the cornbread
is finished.”
    I went back to
my bedroom to recollect myself in the Lord. Father, forgive me for being so
snappy today. Ever since I discerned the attack on Derrick’s marriage and
Henrietta come over her talkin’ foolishness, I guess that set me off on the
wrong foot. Thank You for Your forgiveness.
    And I pray
for Son. Lord, continue to remind him how to be a godly husband. And I pray
that Wanda’s health be restored. Thank you for Cameron and his sweet, sweet
personality. I pray that Son will be a good role model so his grandson can be a
wonderful husband, too, when he grows up. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
     
    Then I got the notion to call Twyla and invite
her and the baby over to eat with us. I searched through the top drawer of my
nightstand and found Derrick’s house number. His Mother gave it to me a few
years back, so the family could get in touch with one another in case of
emergencies, you know.
    When Twyla
answered the phone, I could hear the baby crying in the background.
    Ooh, I
remember them days!
    “Twyla, this is
Mama B.”
    “Hi Mama B!” her
voice swung up high. Then she must have put her hand over the phone receiver
‘cause I heard her muffle-like saying, “Shut up. Now. Stop all that cryin’
before I knock you into next week.”
    Now, I know she
probably didn’t mean it, but my heart nearly broke to hear a mother talking to
her baby like that.
    “Sorry, Mama B.
I’m back.”
    But the child
kept crying, like Twyla ain’t said a word. I remember that part, too. 
With my kids, all I had to say was, “You keep that up and I’m gonna tell your
father when he gets home.” Daddy puts an end to all foolishness. If Twyla was
having this hard a time with the baby at three years