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look like a twenty-six-year-old woman. I’m glad she decided to let us help her.
    Rhoda and Rochelle calm down and take seats near me. It’s my guess that they really don’t want to miss what Taylor has to say, if anything. There’s a lot of stuff going around the church about Taylor and her son. I doubt that Taylor is going to give any answer to the rumors, though. To her credit, she has been really low-key during her whole ordeal. Some of these girls get pregnant and flaunt it—like it’s cute or something—but Taylor is different. She’s a quiet type.
    “So has the meeting started?” Taylor asks. “Is there some type of formal discussion or something?”
    “Not really. If someone has a prayer request, then we pray for her. If someone wants to share a struggle that she’s going through, we talk about that.”
    “Oh, okay. Well, I’ll just sit back and listen for now.”
    Since it’s obvious that Taylor is not about to spill her guts, Rhoda continues to give all the details on the Davises’ situation. It seems that she suspects that he’s cheating with one of the young single sisters in the church. Sister Davis doesn’t know who the mistress is, but she caught him talking on the telephone late at night. Apparently, when she picked up the phone, she heard a young woman’s voice.
    Taylor shifts in her seat and concentrates on her cookies. Rhoda’s commentary appears to be disturbing her. At first I think that she may be Brother Davis’ mistress, but the expression on her face is not the least bit guilty. She looks quite peeved, to be exact. With every word that Rhoda speaks, Taylor’s eyebrows become more and more furrowed. Pam stares across the room, determined to not share in a gossiper’s sin.
    When Rhoda is finished, I ask, “Sister Taylor, is there something bothering you? You look a little angry or irritated or something.”
    Taylor looks up at everyone in the room. Her head moves in a slow semicircle, sizing up the women. I guess I look like I’m the ringleader, because she directs all of her anger at me.
    “I didn’t know that this was just a group to gossip about those not in attendance. I thought we were here to encourage and pray for one another. I hardly call what Sister Rhoda just did encouraging. In fact, I find it quite offensive.”
    Rhoda sucks her teeth. “Well, inquiring minds want to know. Anyway, if we don’t keep up to date on the scoop, there is no way we can pray effectively for people.”
    “Sister Rhoda, she does have a point,” I say. “Maybe we need to just stick to the facts and try to stay away from the opinion part of the story.”
    I don’t think my answer to Sister Rhoda is really good enough for Taylor. She still looks angrier than a bee whose honey was just stolen. Rhoda looks good and mad too, and she can be real petty when she wants to. Taylor doesn’t know who she’s tangling with.
    Rhoda says, “Well, Sister Taylor, you seem to be awful touchy about this whole conversation. Could it be that the mistress is one of your little friends from the singles ministry? If you know something like that and aren’t telling the pastor, then you’re sharing in their sin.”
    Taylor stands up. “I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer. I’m also not going to spend any more of my precious time in this gossiping, hen party session. Thank you, Sister Yvonne, for the invite, but I won’t be coming back.”
    We all sit in silence as Taylor storms out of the room. It’s too bad that she can’t understand our mission. Well,
my
mission at least. I sure didn’t mean to offend her. I just truly want to help God’s women. I hate that Rhoda scared her away. It’s my guess that Taylor needs my help more than anyone in the church, and I intend on helping.

Chapter 4
    Taylor
    I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I’m never unfocused or unorganized, but today I am both. More than likely, it has something to do with the fact that I’m still angry at