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the youth office at the church, going over the budget for the upcoming Youth Day. I had recently assumed the job of ministry director, as my predecessor had moved into a different department. I could hear the choir rehearsing upstairs, and I mouthed the lyrics as I worked.
    I looked up when I heard the squeaky knob turning on the office door. Tangie, the young women’s mentor, walked in. We had known each other since childhood, and she was someone I would consider a friend, or at least a close acquaintance. I was always amazed by her state of dress. Her clothes were always a little tight for my comfort, at least in a church. Even her pantsuits left little to the imagination, as they held tight to her curves and to the round ass that she had had since childhood. The boys had always liked her because of her shape and beauty, and even as an adult, she had had an endless number of suitors attempting to get her in the wife position. She got pregnant her freshman year of college, but she managed to finish her education due to her large, supportive family. In fact, she was the only one in our age group besides me who had continued her education at all by becoming a medical lab assistant, even if it was a couple of years after high school.
    â€œHey, Coral. I need to grab the card to get supplies for the young women’s sleep-in this weekend. Don’t worry. I’m keeping it simple. Probably hot dogs and chips.”
    â€œOh, it’s fine. We did good this week on money for the young women’s programs.” I smiled as I pulled the credit card out of my desk and handed it to her. “What sort of subjects are you guys covering this time?”
    Tangie shrugged her shoulders. “I usually just let it go and see what they want to ask. Heather and I like to make the girls feel real comfortable so they can come to us with anything.”
    â€œYou guys do a great job.” I smiled again, though I was a little envious of the relationship they had with the teen girls in our church. They were looked at as big sisters, whereas most of the girls barely spoke to me.
    â€œIt’s all about trust. What we talk about doesn’t leave the room. Girl, if you heard some of the things these girls talk about . . .” Tangie shook her head. “And I thought we were bad back in the day. Well, most of us. You were always a good girl.”
    I gave a somewhat regretful smile. She was right. When the girls had talked about sex, I had always sat in a corner, completely out of the conversation. When they had tried to include me, I had been so mortified by most of what they were saying that they had eventually just stopped trying. After a while, I believed, they had feared I would rat them out, so they had just stopped talking about things around me altogether. I could remember countless times when I walked into a room, and the conversation stop immediately.
    â€œTangie, I really was a square, wasn’t I?”
    Tangie stared back at me. Her facial expression confirmed everything I already knew. I lowered my head as she sat down.
    â€œCoral, it wasn’t that you were a square. You just weren’t into the things that we were into. It wasn’t a bad thing. Hell, it was a great thing, actually. You didn’t get caught up like the rest of us.”
    â€œBut what do I really have to show for it? I have no real friends, no love life. I just have jobs.”
    Tangie scooted her chair closer to my desk. She put her hands on top of my hands on the desk. “Coral, girl, you just don’t know how good you have it. You are single, with no kids, and financially independent. And you are in the prime of your life. You literally have the world at your feet. You don’t have anyone to answer to or to coordinate anything with . . . well, except God.”
    We both laughed.
    Tangie went on. “What I’m saying is, if you want to get out there and find your groove, you are well within your rights