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I participate in the Women’s Ministry events, but I don’t really feel like those women are my friends.  They’ve never been to my home and I’ve never been to theirs.  I definitely can’t trust any of the women in the choir.  Half of them are trying to sleep with my husband on the sly.  So…they are my sisters in Christ, but I don’t think of them as friends.
    “Not really.  I don’t deal with a lot of women, and I certainly don’t have any male friends besides my husband.”
    “Do you feel as if you can share everything about yourself with your sisters and husband?  Is there anything you wouldn’t share with them?”
    I clear my throat and glance over at the teapot.  For some reason I’m feeling thirsty all of a sudden.
    “It’ll be ready in a moment,” Dr. King says, her eyes following my gaze. 
    I nod.  “Well, I suppose there are things that I don’t share with them.  But I am a private person, so that’s not a problem.”
    “I am not trying to identify problems, Camille.  I’m just trying to understand who you are.”
    “Oh.  Well, I prefer to take things to the King of Kings.  He’s the only one I really have to answer to anyway.”
    Dr. King nods slowly.  “But you do acknowledge some accountability to your husband, sisters and other family, correct?”
    “Of course, but at the end of the day, I want God to say, ‘Well done my good and faithful servant.’”
    “Camille, I want you to relax with me,” Dr. King says.  “Think of my office as a sanctuary, a safe place.  There is no judgment here.”
    “I don’t think you’re judging me.”
    “That’s good, because I’m not.  My beliefs and opinions really don’t have a place in these sessions anyway.”
    I narrow my eyes in confusion.  “Aren’t you going to diagnose me and tell my husband that there’s nothing wrong with me?”
    “No.  I’m not going to do that.  That’s not why you’re here.”
    “Why am I here, then?”
    “You may not want to admit it today, but some of your choices led to some pretty scary consequences in your home and marriage.  We’re going to talk about those choices and analyze how you came to make them.”
    “Okay.”
    “That said,” Dr. King says, “ I would like you to try to answer my questions without quoting scriptures.”
    I frown and fold my arms defensi vely.  “What kind of Christian doesn’t want to hear the infallible Word of God?  The devil is a lie!”
    “Yes, the Word of God is infallible, but sometimes the context we use it in is not.  As Christians, sometimes we can justify our choices good or bad, by using the Bible.”
    “What do you mean?”
    The tea kettle starts to whistle and Dr. King rises slowly from her seat.  She takes her time walking to the kitchenette, and preparing the tray with teacups, packets of tea, sugar and honey.  When she’s done, she takes slow deliberate steps and gingerly places the tray on the table between us.
    “What kind of tea do you like?” Dr. King asks.  “I have herbal peach, cranberry and ginseng.  There’s honey, sugar or agave nectar.”
    “Agave nectar?  What’s that?”
    “It tastes like sugar, but you use much less and it doesn’t make your blood sugar spike like sugar,” she explains.
    “So why would anyone use sugar?”
    Dr. King asks.  “Well, it’s not exactly the same, but I prefer the agave nectar myself.  Or honey.”
    I take a tea cup and an herbal peach tea bag.  I think I will try the agave nectar.  Maybe if I could put that in my coffee every day, I could manage to get below this size twelve.  Every time I look at Sydney and her slip hips and midsection I want to go to the gym.  I won’t even comment on Dionne, because she will go and get liposuction anytime she feels like it.  That doesn’t really count.
    “So,” Dr. King says, “let’s talk more about what I said before the tea was ready.”
    “Okay.”
    “Let’s imagine that the FBI hadn’t been willing to offer