Mama B - A Time to Speak (Book 1) by Stimpson Michelle

Author:Stimpson, Michelle [Stimpson, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3
Published: 2012-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

Rev. Martin didn’t return none of my text messages or emails that week. Well, let me take that back. He didn’t return ‘em at a decent hour. Look like he waited ‘til he knew good and well I was in bed with my phone turned off before he replied. Even then, he didn’t answer my question. I wanted to know if me, him, a few of the deacons, and Ophelia could sit down that week. Discuss our concerns.

All he kept writing was he had to get in touch with so-and-so, and this one here on vacation, got to wait a little longer. Just stalling while the church go untended. Couldn’t blame him all that much. Since the church air conditioner was still out, not like there was much meeting going on anyway. Ha! Seem like everybody took a break from meeting except all the folks who needed to meet at my house.

Well, we couldn’t get the deacons together, but the Mother’s Board come over early Friday afternoon. Me, Ophelia, Henrietta, and the oldest mother, Ruby Simon. Mother Simon really not always in her right mind since she had the stroke back in ‘09, but me and Ophelia make it our business to make sure Mother Ruby always at the meetings ‘cause…well, mostly ‘cause we hope people don’t throw us away when we get old. You reap what you sow.

I don’t know what on earth possessed Henrietta to invite one of the women from the Dukes’ bunch to our Mt. Zion meeting, but here come some woman in a bright yellow muumuu and some 1980’s jellies walkin’ up my porch steps with Henrietta. Not the kind of jellies that’s done came back in style. I mean, she had been havin’ them actual shoes for over thirty years.

Lord, forgive me for judgin’. This ain’t the Christ in me. I wasn’t so much upset about the shoes as I was her being there. But that wasn’t her fault, either. That was Henrietta’s doing. I’m sure she put two and two together and figured out why I left church Sunday. She must have known this Mother’s Board meeting wasn’t gonna be in Pastor Dukes’ favor, so she brought somebody along to be in her corner.

“B, This here is Mother Dorcas Powell. She want to join our Mother’s Board.”

She got to join our church, first. “Morning, Mother Powell. You welcome to sit in.”

“Thank you, B. You have a lovely home.” She looked me up and down first, then checked out my drapes, even craned her neck to get a look down a hallway we was not going to visit.

“Bless God,” was all I could say.

Mother Powell hobbled on past me, but I caught Henrietta’s arm and whispered to her, “She’s not a member of Mt. Zion.”

Henrietta snatched her arm away. “So long as Pastor Phillips is out, we got to make it our business to be hospitious to Pastor Dukes’s church members.”

I clenched my teeth. “He ain’t got no church.”

“Far as I’m concerned, he ought to have a church, or stay and help Pastor Phillips.

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