Read Online The Pastor's Wife by Reshonda Tate Billingsley - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Reshonda Tate Billingsley
Ads: Link
coming up with some great ideas for the Christmas celebration?” She wanted to do anything to deflect the uncomfortable silence that hung between them.
“Of course we are,” Eva replied matter-of-factly.
“Well, I’d love to serve on a committee, you know, do whatever I can to help.” Savannah thought maybe she could win over Terrance’s aunts by continually being nice—despite their blatant nastiness.
“Hmmph,” Mamie said, rolling her eyes.
“We’ll keep that in mind,” Eva coldly replied.
Savannah sighed. Maybe her grandmother was right. These people would never accept her. She finally decided to come right out and ask them why they hated her.
“Ms. Eva, no disrespect,” Savannah gently said, “but why do you have a problem with me?”
Eva pursed her lips, then looked Savannah in the eyes. “I know your history. And just to be honest with you, that’s not what I want for my nephew. I only want what’s best for him.”
Savannah weighed her words carefully. “How about letting Terrance decide what’s best for himself?”
Mamie stepped up. “Look,” she began, pointing to the purple box, “we know your MO. You like to seduce men into getting what you want. And we’re not going to stand around and let you do that to Terrance, sleep your way into the first lady’s spot.”
Savannah fought back the tears, which were building up. “Have you two always been so perfect? And I don’t mean that in a sarcastic way. I just want you to think about that. In your world, is it possible that people can change?”
Eva didn’t answer, but Mamie turned up her lips like she wasn’t trying to hear any argument Savannah might have had. “People can change. We don’t believe you can.”
Savannah sighed. It was obvious nothing she said would get through to them. Back in the day, she would probably have cursed them out. But she was trying to take a much more mature approach in this relationship with Terrance.
“I’m sorry you feel that way and I truly hope that one day I can change your mind.” Savannah set the box back on the shelf and walked away.
chapter 15
“W hy is Dorothy Mae not answering this door?” Mamie huffed as she leaned over and peered into Dorothy Mae’s living room window. “I know she’s in there. I hear all that rumbling.”
“I don’t know what she’s doing, but she needs to come on,” Eva added. They’d been standing on Dorothy Mae’s porch for almost five minutes, banging on the door. Eva pounded again. “Open the door, Dorothy Mae!”
“I’m coming,” Dorothy Mae finally called out.
After another minute, Dorothy Mae cracked open the front door. Her gray hair was all over her head, and she didn’t have a drop of makeup on, which was totally out of character for her.
“What took you so long? And why are you still in your robe at five o’clock in the evening?” Eva asked.
“I…I just wasn’t feeling well, that’s all.”
“Did you forget we were coming by here today?” Eva asked.
Dorothy Mae squinted. “Oh my goodness. I did forget.”
“What’s on your mind?” Mamie asked. “We just talked about this yesterday.”
“I guess it just slipped my mind and I lost track of time.” Dorothy Mae just stood there, staring at them through the screen door.
“Well, you gon’ let us in or you gon’ make us stand out on this porch?” Mamie said, her irritation becoming evident.
“Oh, yeah, yeah,” Dorothy Mae replied, unlatching the screen door, then stepping back to let them in.
Eva and Mamie walked into the living room. Eva was just about to say something when Chester walked out of the kitchen carrying a wrench in one hand and a toolbox in the other.
Both Eva and Mamie looked at Chester, then back at their sister.
“Well, Ms. Dorothy Mae, I got your pipes all cleaned out. Your sink ought to be working fine,” Chester nervously said. “Evenin’, ladies,” he added, nodding toward Eva and Mamie.
“Thank you, Chester,” Dorothy Mae
“Of course we are,” Eva replied matter-of-factly.
“Well, I’d love to serve on a committee, you know, do whatever I can to help.” Savannah thought maybe she could win over Terrance’s aunts by continually being nice—despite their blatant nastiness.
“Hmmph,” Mamie said, rolling her eyes.
“We’ll keep that in mind,” Eva coldly replied.
Savannah sighed. Maybe her grandmother was right. These people would never accept her. She finally decided to come right out and ask them why they hated her.
“Ms. Eva, no disrespect,” Savannah gently said, “but why do you have a problem with me?”
Eva pursed her lips, then looked Savannah in the eyes. “I know your history. And just to be honest with you, that’s not what I want for my nephew. I only want what’s best for him.”
Savannah weighed her words carefully. “How about letting Terrance decide what’s best for himself?”
Mamie stepped up. “Look,” she began, pointing to the purple box, “we know your MO. You like to seduce men into getting what you want. And we’re not going to stand around and let you do that to Terrance, sleep your way into the first lady’s spot.”
Savannah fought back the tears, which were building up. “Have you two always been so perfect? And I don’t mean that in a sarcastic way. I just want you to think about that. In your world, is it possible that people can change?”
Eva didn’t answer, but Mamie turned up her lips like she wasn’t trying to hear any argument Savannah might have had. “People can change. We don’t believe you can.”
Savannah sighed. It was obvious nothing she said would get through to them. Back in the day, she would probably have cursed them out. But she was trying to take a much more mature approach in this relationship with Terrance.
“I’m sorry you feel that way and I truly hope that one day I can change your mind.” Savannah set the box back on the shelf and walked away.
chapter 15
“W hy is Dorothy Mae not answering this door?” Mamie huffed as she leaned over and peered into Dorothy Mae’s living room window. “I know she’s in there. I hear all that rumbling.”
“I don’t know what she’s doing, but she needs to come on,” Eva added. They’d been standing on Dorothy Mae’s porch for almost five minutes, banging on the door. Eva pounded again. “Open the door, Dorothy Mae!”
“I’m coming,” Dorothy Mae finally called out.
After another minute, Dorothy Mae cracked open the front door. Her gray hair was all over her head, and she didn’t have a drop of makeup on, which was totally out of character for her.
“What took you so long? And why are you still in your robe at five o’clock in the evening?” Eva asked.
“I…I just wasn’t feeling well, that’s all.”
“Did you forget we were coming by here today?” Eva asked.
Dorothy Mae squinted. “Oh my goodness. I did forget.”
“What’s on your mind?” Mamie asked. “We just talked about this yesterday.”
“I guess it just slipped my mind and I lost track of time.” Dorothy Mae just stood there, staring at them through the screen door.
“Well, you gon’ let us in or you gon’ make us stand out on this porch?” Mamie said, her irritation becoming evident.
“Oh, yeah, yeah,” Dorothy Mae replied, unlatching the screen door, then stepping back to let them in.
Eva and Mamie walked into the living room. Eva was just about to say something when Chester walked out of the kitchen carrying a wrench in one hand and a toolbox in the other.
Both Eva and Mamie looked at Chester, then back at their sister.
“Well, Ms. Dorothy Mae, I got your pipes all cleaned out. Your sink ought to be working fine,” Chester nervously said. “Evenin’, ladies,” he added, nodding toward Eva and Mamie.
“Thank you, Chester,” Dorothy Mae
Similar Books
