Introducing Valerie Preston, every church has one:
Grinning, I thought about our date at the concert last night. Swaggering in her direction, I stopped when I saw Valerie who seemed upset, judging from her body language. I should’ve walked away, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to intrude, but I was about to.
“And here, I thought we were prayer partners, making intercessory prayers on behalf of each other. What happened, Mackenzie?” Valerie’s lips dripped with venom. “You sure you didn’t slip in your request first and just so happened to remember mine later?” Valerie wagged her finger so close to Mackenzie’s face, Mackenzie should’ve taken a bite.
“How could you steal Noel from me? I’m the one who wanted a husband. You wanted God to open a door for you in Chicago.”
How ridiculous? God wouldn’t be that cruel to bind me to Valerie till death do us part. Exactly what did Valerie mean about Chicago? I stepped back, but I didn’t go away.
“Girl, I’m going to be praying night and day for you to leave permanently. You’re nothing more than a husband stealer. You took what God sent for me!” Valerie’s lips were so tight with emotion I thought she said God sent me for her. If it wasn’t for Mackenzie, I would leave now and return to televangelist sermons.
It was getting a little warm, so I loosened the knot on the tie that took me three tries to manipulate to perfection. I processed Mackenzie, husband, and Chicago. Neither would be happening if I wasn’t involved.
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