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except buy me a cotton candy machine. I’m still working on that. Sure, my father has his faults. Every man and woman does. But Robert Gibbs is my father, and I’m proud to be his daughter. He always took care of us. Maybe , that’s why Ma puts up with so much of his crap.
    Women, especially those at our church, were always telling Ma how much Pop was a good man, but, it was the same women making advances for him to be their catch of the day.
    Little do grown-ups know, I have eyes and ears and really do know what’s going on. I may be ten years old, but I’m not stupid.
    Two years ago on a bright Sunday afternoon, a lady named Connie Maddox—Hmm . . . lady , she didn’t deserve the title. She was a woman with too many curves who was heavily involved in the church, whether it be the church choir, single’s ministry, building fund committee, and so on and so on. To be honest, I was beginning to look up to her as a role model.
    Pop and I were walking to the car. I was happy because we were going to Grandma’s house for dinner. I couldn’t stop thinking about the London broil with mouthwatering homemade rolls with sweet butter.
    Ms. Maddox stopped us dead in our tracks.
    “Brother Robert, may I please have a word with you?”
    “Sure.”
    I didn’t like the way she was looking at Pop. I held a tight grip on his hands, so he would get the cue not to even think about asking me to go wait in the car.
    She whispered something in his ear. I couldn’t make out what was said.
    Pop began to nod his head.
    I got closer to hear what she was saying. “You see, I need you to pray for me.”
    “Are you sick? Is it your family?”
    Why was she asking Pop to pray for her? There was a prayer box when you first walk in the church and an intercessory prayer committee. Ms. Maddox was surrounded by other “prayer warriors.”
    “Well, it’s my neck. The doctors found a lump in my neck, and it could be cancer. I go for my biopsy tomorrow. Please keep me in your prayers,” she pleaded with fake tears.
    “I certainly will.” Pop gave Ms. Maddox a hug.
    When he slowly let go of her, his hand was glued to her left breast, while her hand was sticking a piece of the church bulletin in his right pants pocket with her phone number jotted down on it.
    I kicked her with all my might in the ankle, with my new, shiny black patent leather shoes.
    “Are you crazy? Don’t do this in front of my baby girl.”
    “Leave my Pop, alone!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
    “I didn’t do anything to your daddy,” she protested, hopping on one leg.
    I kicked her in the other leg.
    Pop picked me up, so I wouldn’t do any more physical damage to Ms. Maddox. He neglected to hold my hands together.
    I couldn’t help but smack this ho in her face. Wait till Ma gets her hands on you.
    “Alexis!” Pop shouted.
    “Let me go.” I tried to wiggle my way out of his hands. Ma must have heard the commotion. She ran over to us with chocolate chip cookies in her hands along with five other church members. (The church was having a bake sale.) She didn’t even bother to ask what was going on.
    Pop let me go to hold on to Ma. It was a little too late for that.
    She had already punched Ms. Maddox in the face and knocked her to the ground. Brother Carl and Brother Dennis had to block Ma from giving out any more forceful blows.
    A police car happened to be driving by. I was happy and relieved because I felt as though she should go to jail for trying to break up my parents.
    “Alex, don’t say anything,” Pop insisted with a stern look on his face.
    The officer pulled down his window. “Is there a problem here?”
    “No problem at all, officer.” Ms. Maddox tried her best to stand up with the assistance of Sister Wanda. “I haven’t eaten all day, so I just fainted.”
    “Ma’am, would you like for me to call an ambulance?”
    “No, sir, that won’t be necessary. It’s nothing a good Sunday meal and a tall glass of sweet ice tea won’t