Two For the Show by Rhonda Bowen

Author:Rhonda Bowen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, african american, womens fiction, urban, christian fiction, african american christian fiction
Publisher: Rhonda Bowen

Chapter 16

Liberty Temple is a huge church in the middle of the Bronx. With its traditional architecture of bricks and stained glass, it looks more like a Catholic cathedral than a Protestant church, but when I step through the doors I can feel the difference.

The sound of heavy bass flows gently over us as we step out of the cold and into the lobby area. We are immediately welcomed with a smile and a solid handshake by an older gentleman who shows us where we can hang our coats. Before we can even put them up, Delia is stolen from me.

“D, you made it!” He hugs her.

Jayden isn’t the tallest guy, barely a few inches above Delia, but his solid frame makes up for what he lacks in height. His smile is as bright as Delia’s when he releases her from his embrace and threads his fingers through hers.

“Babe, I want you to meet someone.” Delia is almost breathless as she speaks. “Jayden, this is my big sister Carrie. Carrie, this is the guy I was telling you about, Jayden.”

“Nice to meet you,” I shake his hand.

“The pleasure is mine,” Jayden says, his eyes warm and open. “D’s told me so much about you. It’s an honor to finally meet the big sister she looks up to so much.”

She looked up to me?

I glance over at Delia who is staring up at Jayden as if he has hung the moon. I have never seen her this happy. Ever.

“Has the program started yet?” I ask.

“No,” Jayden turns towards the door. “But it’s just about to. We should head inside and grab seats.”

The rumble of voices dip to a low hush as we slip through the main doors that lead to the worship area. Almost all the pews are full, but Jayden leads us halfway down the aisle to where there are a few empty seats together. Delia pretty much disappears into her own world with Jayden even though she is right beside me, and I find myself looking around the room.

A long time has passed since I have been in church. I was nine years old the last time I’d been in a church. It was the week before my mother was taken away, before my life changed completely. Even then, the church had been different from this one. Smaller, less fancy, but no less full of the love that seems to brim on the faces of everyone who passed by.

I sink down in the pew and take it all in. The lights are low, making the lights in the nativity scene at the front glow even brighter. Sheep, goats, a life size man and woman, frozen in time, all peering into a wooden box where the most important child ever born lies. I close my eyes as I recall the story my mother told me. The one she read to me of a King born as a commoner so He could save the world. Save me. It sounded so wonderfully real then.

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