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old, ain’t no tellin’ what
was gonna happen when the girl hit twelve. She needed Derrick more than she
knew.
“Sweetie, I just
called to invite you over for supper. Derrick would love to see you and Kionna , and so would I. I haven’t seen the baby in so
long.”
Silence. Then she
said, “Mama B, do you know exactly what Derrick did?”
She had me.
“Can’t rightly say I do.”
“Well, no
disrespect, but if you knew, you wouldn’t ask me to share the same breathing
space with him. I gotta go. My worrisome child won’t stop crying. Bye.”
She disconnected
before I had a chance to pray with her.
Chapter 14
Well, whatever
Derrick done to Twyla was gonna have to get ironed out after he went to court
because the authorities advised him he’d better not be away from my house after
five o’clock again or he would find his behind under the jail.
Ophelia called
me later on that week to ask me if I’d given any thought to what we might do to
help Henrietta with her taxes.
“I’m still
praying on it,” I summarized. I’d been praying about Henrietta, alright, but my
prayers had nothing to do with helping her catch up with bills.
“B, I hear the
tone of your voice. I know she done got on your last nerve. She already called
and tried to give me an earful, but you know I wasn’t hearing it ‘cause me and
you both know once Henrietta get something set in her mind, she stick to it
like super-glue.”
I nodded as
though Ophelia could see me. “Yeah, I understand that. We been knowin’
Henrietta’s ways for a long time now. But I got to be honest with you, I got a
hard time asking my heavenly Father to change my heart to help somebody who
done called me everything but His child.”
“Well, if you
decide you don’t want to help, I understand,” Ophelia dramatized.
“I didn’t say I
wouldn’t help. I’m just sayin’ it’ll be hard. You got to give me a few days to
get some scriptures on overlooking offense to steer my mind back on the right
path. The way Henrietta carried on the other day, she was in rare form. I ain’t
never seen her go off like that.”
“Hmmm…you think
something’s happened to her? Blood pressure up? Sugar? Stress?”
“Might be all
three,” I had to agree. My Albert could get downright ornery when he ran out of
blood pressure pills. It got to a point where I took over managing his
medications just so we could have peace.
“Well, let’s
pray,” Ophelia suggested. Then she took off on a five-minute prayer with the
Lord that nearly made me late for my Wednesday walk with Libby. Looking back,
though, I realize we needed to keep Henrietta’s name before the Lord’s face as
long as possible.
Me and Libby had
a little discussion about how to help Henrietta and the situation with Derrick
and Twyla during our exercise time, but you know all she really wanted to talk
about was Dr. Wilson. She asked me all kind of questions that got me all riled
up inside: What was I gonna wear? What kind of dancing would we do? Do I think
he’s gonna put his arm around me?
“I haven’t the
slightest idea how to answer to your questions, Miss Nosey Pants,” I teased
her.
“Well, you owe
me an update when it’s over. Plus I’d like to know if it’s good exercise. Maybe
I can get Peter interested.”
We both laughed
at the idea. Peter wasn’t bit more thinking about exercise than a man on the
moon.
But what if he
did want to go? Wouldn’t that be a double-date? I know Peter and Libby would be
holding hands most of the time. Me and Dr. Wilson would feel so awkward walking
behind them with our hands stuffed into our pockets. No, this wasn’t the plan.
By the time I
finished the two miles with her, it took the Lord Himself to bring me back down
through His word during my quiet time with Him. Hmph. Come to think of it, me
and God had a lot of quiet times all through the day, just talkin’ and singin’
and laughin’. His presence is so sweet, make you want to sit at His
was gonna happen when the girl hit twelve. She needed Derrick more than she
knew.
“Sweetie, I just
called to invite you over for supper. Derrick would love to see you and Kionna , and so would I. I haven’t seen the baby in so
long.”
Silence. Then she
said, “Mama B, do you know exactly what Derrick did?”
She had me.
“Can’t rightly say I do.”
“Well, no
disrespect, but if you knew, you wouldn’t ask me to share the same breathing
space with him. I gotta go. My worrisome child won’t stop crying. Bye.”
She disconnected
before I had a chance to pray with her.
Chapter 14
Well, whatever
Derrick done to Twyla was gonna have to get ironed out after he went to court
because the authorities advised him he’d better not be away from my house after
five o’clock again or he would find his behind under the jail.
Ophelia called
me later on that week to ask me if I’d given any thought to what we might do to
help Henrietta with her taxes.
“I’m still
praying on it,” I summarized. I’d been praying about Henrietta, alright, but my
prayers had nothing to do with helping her catch up with bills.
“B, I hear the
tone of your voice. I know she done got on your last nerve. She already called
and tried to give me an earful, but you know I wasn’t hearing it ‘cause me and
you both know once Henrietta get something set in her mind, she stick to it
like super-glue.”
I nodded as
though Ophelia could see me. “Yeah, I understand that. We been knowin’
Henrietta’s ways for a long time now. But I got to be honest with you, I got a
hard time asking my heavenly Father to change my heart to help somebody who
done called me everything but His child.”
“Well, if you
decide you don’t want to help, I understand,” Ophelia dramatized.
“I didn’t say I
wouldn’t help. I’m just sayin’ it’ll be hard. You got to give me a few days to
get some scriptures on overlooking offense to steer my mind back on the right
path. The way Henrietta carried on the other day, she was in rare form. I ain’t
never seen her go off like that.”
“Hmmm…you think
something’s happened to her? Blood pressure up? Sugar? Stress?”
“Might be all
three,” I had to agree. My Albert could get downright ornery when he ran out of
blood pressure pills. It got to a point where I took over managing his
medications just so we could have peace.
“Well, let’s
pray,” Ophelia suggested. Then she took off on a five-minute prayer with the
Lord that nearly made me late for my Wednesday walk with Libby. Looking back,
though, I realize we needed to keep Henrietta’s name before the Lord’s face as
long as possible.
Me and Libby had
a little discussion about how to help Henrietta and the situation with Derrick
and Twyla during our exercise time, but you know all she really wanted to talk
about was Dr. Wilson. She asked me all kind of questions that got me all riled
up inside: What was I gonna wear? What kind of dancing would we do? Do I think
he’s gonna put his arm around me?
“I haven’t the
slightest idea how to answer to your questions, Miss Nosey Pants,” I teased
her.
“Well, you owe
me an update when it’s over. Plus I’d like to know if it’s good exercise. Maybe
I can get Peter interested.”
We both laughed
at the idea. Peter wasn’t bit more thinking about exercise than a man on the
moon.
But what if he
did want to go? Wouldn’t that be a double-date? I know Peter and Libby would be
holding hands most of the time. Me and Dr. Wilson would feel so awkward walking
behind them with our hands stuffed into our pockets. No, this wasn’t the plan.
By the time I
finished the two miles with her, it took the Lord Himself to bring me back down
through His word during my quiet time with Him. Hmph. Come to think of it, me
and God had a lot of quiet times all through the day, just talkin’ and singin’
and laughin’. His presence is so sweet, make you want to sit at His
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