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separated and divorced. I know what kind of work it takes to keep a marriage together. The sisters taught me how to clean my house until it sparkled. I already knew how to cook, and I made sure that Luke never came home without his dinner waiting on the table. And in the bedroom—well, let’s just say that I ain’t never had a headache.
    Even now, after twenty years, I still serve my husband in the same way, and he loves and appreciates me for it. I keep myself looking good too. Some of these sisters in our church have one or two kids and just let themselves go. They get fat and lazy and then wonder why their husbands are stepping out on the side. I understand putting on a few pounds, but they have no excuse to be walking around nappy-headed. That’s why they make Dark & Lovely. I know my husband gets everything he needs at home. I’m not bragging either. It’s just what I know.
    I see Sister Pam Lyons. It’s a good thing too, because in another five minutes I was going to head back home. I should’ve known that she’d be the first one to show up. That girl has more problems than anyone I know. She’s one of those career women. I told her that she needs to quit that job and stay home with her babies. It isn’t natural for a man to just let a woman take care of him, but her husband hasn’t had a job in over a year. Not a real job anyway. She says he’s a record producer, but I think he’s a dreamer. Don’t get me wrong, now, there is nothing wrong with dreaming. Not as long as you wake up and take some action. If you ask me, Mr. Lyons is just sleeping his life away, and Pam is nothing but a crutch. If he came to church other than on Easter and Mother’s Day, he just might get delivered.
    Looks like Pam’s business suit is getting a bit snug. She’s either stressed or prospering, but I believe it’s stress. She’s been fighting that battle of the bulge for a while now; I hope she wins soon. I think she’s about one meal away from being plus-sized. She’s got a cute haircut, though, and some red highlights in all that curly hair of hers. I’ve never been bold enough to do anything like that to my hair. I like it long and I like it thick. Most of the time it’s just pulled back into a bun, but it’s a comfort to know it’s there.
    “Praise the Lord, Sister Yvonne. I’m sorry I’m late. I had to feed my daughters when I got home today,” says Pam in a lackluster tone. She sounds tired.
    “Hey, Pam! He’s worthy. Girl, you obviously aren’t the only one running a little late.”
    Pam peers out the window. “Yes, I see. It’s probably the snow. Maybe we should’ve canceled.”
    “Mmm-hmm. How are things going with you?”
    Pam plops down into a seat. “I’m truly blessed, sis. I just got promoted at work. I answer to a vice president now.”
    I clap my hands together. “Well, bless God! We need black women in strategic places in these companies. Maybe you can help someone get hired.”
    Pam responds hesitantly, “Maybe so. If they’re qualified, of course.”
    “Of course. Well, it looks like it’s just going to be us tonight. I was really hoping that Sister Taylor would come. She’s been looking kind of down lately.”
    “Really? She’s never been to one of our meetings. Why did you think that she’d be here tonight?”
    “I invited her. Sister Lang said that the girl didn’t even have enough money to buy her baby a winter coat.”
    Pam looks as though she doesn’t believe me. But I happen to know that Sister Lang is a very good source who always double-checks her stories.
    “Are you sure? I wonder why she didn’t mention it to anyone. I know somebody in the church has some hand-me-downs for little boys.”
    I roll my eyes and respond, “Maybe she needs to get the child’s father involved.”
    Pam waves both hands in the air. “Hey, that’s none of my business, Yvonne. I’m sure she has her reasons for what she’s doing.”
    I don’t know what Pam is thinking, but as her