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sister in Christ I think it’s my duty to get involved. It’s what the Lord has called me to do. Some of these young women need guidance. Everyone knows that she refused to tell Pastor Brown about her partner in crime. She needs to be getting a check so she can buy that little boy what he needs.
    “She needs help.”
    “Well, if she doesn’t come to me on her own, all I can do is pray for her,” says Pam decidedly.
    I have a response for Pam, but I keep it to myself, because Sister Rhoda Peterson and Sister Rochelle Andrews walk in. The two of them just come to the meetings to get the latest gossip. Most of the time, they’re the ones who bring all the news—good and bad. There’s a big difference between being concerned and being nosy. Being nosy is nothing but sin, plain and simple.
    I greet them both. “Praise the Lord, Sister Peterson and Sister Andrews.”
    “Praise him!” Rhoda replies. “You all are not going to believe where we’re coming from.”
    I say, “We probably won’t believe it, but go ’head and tell us anyway.”
    “We just left from Sister Barb Davis’ house,” Rochelle says gleefully. “She done put her husband out.”
    “Out as in outdoors?” I ask.
    Rhoda answers, “Out as in ‘get out of my house, you lazy fool.’ Out as in ‘hit the road, Jack, and don’t come back no more.’”
    Pam gasps, “She can’t mean that! They’ve been married for ten years at least.”
    “Twelve,” says Rhoda matter-of-factly. “And they were supposedly very happy.”
    Rochelle adds, “Yeah, you know. Them be the ones.”
    I don’t know if Pam notices, but to me it seems that Rhoda and Rochelle are just too excited about sharing their news. They ought to be ashamed of themselves. I happen to know for a fact that Barb and Percy were very happy. If Percy is cheating he’s nothing but a fool if I ever saw one. Rhoda and Rochelle are sitting over there looking tickled pink. I wonder if they even prayed with or for Sister Davis or any of the other church members about their marriages. What am I saying? I know they probably haven’t, but neither have I.
    Pam says, “I know they’ll work things out. I’m sure of it.”
    Rochelle chuckles. “If they don’t, I know quite a few empty beds that would welcome Percy Davis. Barb better be careful what she wishes for.”
    Rhoda and Rochelle are the only ones laughing at Rochelle’s tasteless joke. They don’t even notice Sister Taylor lingering at the doorway. At first glimpse she looks like one of those girls in a rap video. Her clothes are fine—a jean skirt and a button-down blouse. It’s just that her body is a little bit too voluptuous for them. The girl has more curves than the law allows, and it seems like she got curvier after she had her baby. That jean skirt is hugging all kinds of hips and behind. I’m a little bit jealous. I could never fill out clothes like that with my bird legs and flat chest, although Luke never complained. I’m not sure what’s going on with Taylor’s hair. She’s got enough blonde hair weave on her head to give joy to about twenty ponytail-wearing wannabes. And don’t get me started on that makeup. No wonder she was late . . . she was at home putting her face on.
    “Well, are you coming in?” I ask, drawing everyone’s attention to Taylor.
    She answers, “Yes, Sister Yvonne. Thank you for inviting me. I thought you all had a big group. For a minute I thought I was at the wrong room.”
    Pam grabs her hand. “We usually do have more in attendance, but you know how some people get when they see a little snow. Come on in and get comfortable. There are refreshments over there on the table.”
    “Thank you.”
    If you ask me, Taylor looks exhausted, but anyone could still see that she is a beautiful girl. She’s got big bags under her eyes, and she’s all slumped over. That’s probably why she’s wearing so much makeup. But no amount of face paint can disguise that kind of weariness. She doesn’t