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I’d marry you for your cooking skills alone. And if we ever did get a divorce, I’d have to sue for alimony in the form of a pan full of macaroni and cheese every month for the rest of my life.”
    Tamarra tried her best not to blush. She was never one to like showing her emotions. That’s why she always prayed to God before going to the Singles Ministry meetings that her emotions wouldn’t get the best of her, but it never seemed to work. For some reason, no matter how many times she told herself that she was going to keep her lips sealed and not share with the group, she always managed to discuss her past marriage. Whenever she did that, it was next to impossible for her to talk about it without getting emotional, whether the emotion was hurt, pain, or anger.
    Tamarra had always felt that God’s purpose for her was to be an encourager and to uplift others. When someone else was in need of encouragement, the Holy Spirit always gave her just the right words to say or pray. So if anyone ever saw her broken down, how could she expect them to believe in the words she was saying to them?
    â€œI surely appreciate the compliment,” Tamarra stated, not looking up at Maeyl.
    â€œIt’s no compliment, it’s the truth.” Maeyl was feeding Tamarra compliments the same way he was feeding his mouth forkfuls of food.
    â€œThank you.” This time Tamarra looked at Maeyl. His almond shaped brown eyes stayed glued on his plate and not on her as she had expected they might be. He was devouring the macaroni and cheese as if it were the only food on his plate. From the looks of it, he couldn’t have cared less about Paige’s honey glazed ham she’d bought from the Honey Baked Ham store. Never mind Mother Doreen’s baked chicken or Deborah’s mashed potatoes and gravy and all the dishes others had bought or home made. No; he only had eyes for Tamarra’s macaroni and cheese. Now if she could get a man to only have eyes for her.
    â€œYou’re welcome.” Maeyl still didn’t look up from the plate, confirmation to Tamarra that his compliments toward her food was genuine and that it wasn’t some slick way to try to flirt with her, although she definitely wouldn’t have been offended by a little flirting.
    Maybe life after her ex-husband was wishful thinking. She’d given him her best years. What did she have left to offer another man anyhow? She was a size six when she had married her husband, and now she was a size twelve. She was a toned size twelve, but twice the size nonetheless. But she felt like half the woman. Everyone always told her that the average size for a woman was twelve, but she didn’t want to be average. She wanted to be the size that had caught her a husband in the first place. Why had God let her waste all those calories on that cheating man?
    â€œAnytime, Maeyl,” Tamarra eventually replied to Maeyl’s last statement under her breath with a tone of defeat. “Anytime.”
    Seeing the disappointment on Tamarra’s face, Paige, who was sitting right next to her witnessing the exchange between Tamarra and Maeyl, lovingly patted her friend’s knee. When Tamarra looked up at her, she winked. Tamarra let a smile cross her lips, signaling to her friend that she was okay.
    â€œIt’s time for the drawing,” Deborah said as she stood in the center of the room with a basket in her hand. Deborah looked stunning with her locks pulled up atop her head. She normally wore them down. The nice floral dress was a change from the pantsuits she usually wore to church.
    Upon everyone’s arrival at the dinner, they were each given a raffle ticket. This was an idea Mother Doreen had come up with. Another member had suggested they charge one dollar for the tickets to raise money for the next singles event, but Mother Doreen considered it to be too close to just outright gambling. And after the years she had dealt with her