Chapter 1

It was noon when Bishop Dwight Kensington Jacobs, overseer of the Love & Peace
Apostolic Holiness Church checked into the hotel in Louisiana for the first of a two-
day Gospel concert at the Blessed Hope Community Church in the center of town.
Dubbed the Song Bird of the South for the past twelve years, he was still being
called on to minister to hundreds of people across the region. After getting five hours
of undisturbed sleep, he gave his wife of thirteen years, Rosalind Kezia Randall-
Jacobs, a call before heading out to the Blessed Hope Community Church.

I made it in safely. Pray that God would anoint me and that His presence would be
felt, Dwight said to his wife.

I will, Rosalind said.

How are the boys doing? DJ didnt seem too pleased when I told him I could not
take him with me because his leg had not healed yet, Dwight said.
The Lord had blessed Dwight and Rosalinds marriage with four children: Dwight (DJ)
Joseph Jacobs now thirteen years old; Rachel Beatrice, eleven years old; Kennedy
Ryan, nine years old; and Jessica Katylee, seven years old.

Oh, hes doing fine. If hes sad about not being able to go with you then hes
certainly not showing it. Hes trying to be the man of the house ordering his sisters
and brother around and threatening them with his walking stick, Rosalind said with a
laugh.
Dwight laughed. Thats my boy. Hes taking my words seriously. I told him to be the
man of the house while I was gone. Anyway, I have to go. I dont want to be late on
this first night.

When will you be back? Rosalind asked. I want to have a great meal ready for you
when you come in.

Its a two-day concert, so hopefully Ill be back the day after tomorrow, Dwight said.
As for what time, Im not exactly sure. After talking with the children Dwight said
goodbye and headed to the church.
After dinner, with the help of her two daughters, Rosalind made enough buttered
popcorn topped with peanuts for them to snack on before going to bed. While they
were watching television, the phone rang.

Hello, Rev. Dorsett. Hold on a minute, Rosalind said. She untangled the phone
cord and stretched it as far as it could go toward her bedroom. DJ strained to listen to
the phone call. Rev. Michael Dorsett was the pastor of Pleasant Hope Missionary
Baptist Church up in Mobile. He and Dwight had preached in each others churches
and their two families had gone out to dinner together.

Yeshe made it inday after tomorrowalright, Rosalind said. Around ten or

ten-thirty is finejust beep your horn oncethe side door is openBye now.
Rosalind hung up the phone and joined her children in the living room but this time
she had a more serious tone. Okay, children, wrap it up now. Its already nine
oclock. You all have to be in bed and asleep by nine thirty. Eat up. Ive let you play
as long as I can. Remember you have school tomorrow.

Awww, Mom, Jessica and Rachel said.

Dad would let us stay up longer if he was here, Kennedy said.
None of that. You wont want to get up in the morning, Rosalind said. Like your
father said, waking you up is like waking you out of a coma.

Oh, I always want to get up, Jessica said.

Wanting to get up and getting up are two different things, DJ said shaking his
walking stick.
After the girls were in bed and after helping DJ hobble to his room and making sure
that both boys were in bed, Rosalind went to her room and shut the door.
Disturbed by the weird phone call from Rev. Dorsett, DJ lay awake long after his
brother had fallen off to sleep. He was watching his black and white television on
mutethinking and listening. Ten or ten-thirty is fine. The side door is open.
He thought he heard a car pull into the driveway. Thinking someone was using their
driveway to make a u-turn he thought nothing of it until he heard a single car horn
blow. Just beep your horn once. He heard his mother open her bedroom dhyoor and
go to the side door which led into the hallway running between the bedrooms and
bathroom ending in the living and dining room. DJ thought he heard a car door close
softly. Shortly after, he thought he heard whispering as someone walked past his
bedroom door. He heard his mother close her bedroom door again.
Curiosity drew him to his bedroom window. He peeked through the curtain. There
was no mistake. Rev. Dorsetts car was parked out front. Thats strange. Dads not
here, so whats he doing here at this time of the night? Disturbed, he climbed back
into bed.
Rev. Dorsett stopped by around the same time the following night. DJ was greatly
concerned as he turned things over in his mind.
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Instead of staying the night in his hotel and pulling out for home the following day as
he had originally planned, Dwight was so energized from the meeting that he decided
to drive on home after the second and last night of the Gospel concert. He drove
right on to Fairhope stopping only once to stretch his legs and to refill the gas tank.
It was after three in the morning when he pulled into town. He drove by the church
just to check on things. He swung by the radio station and chatted with Mr.
Cunningham for a short while. He then hurried on home hoping to surprise his wife.
As he turned onto the street his house was on, he saw a car backing out of his
driveway. He stepped on his accelerator.
That car looks like Rev. Dorsetts car. It sure is. What is he doing here this time of
night especially since he knew I was going out of town?
Dwight drove past his house and followed the suspicious vehicle. It pulled into a gas
station about a mile away. Dwight made a U-turn in the parking lot and waited for the
driver to get out. It was Rev. Dorsett.
With questions arising in his mind, Dwight drove back to his house and went inside.
When he entered his bedroom, his wife was asleep. She did not seem too pleased
nor too surprised when he awakened her.

Rosalind, Im home, Dwight said.

Home? Rosalind said sleepily. I wasnt expecting you until in the morning. What
happened? Did they cancel the last night of the meeting? Did they cut it short? she
said yawning.

No. The meeting went so well and I was so pumped up from it, I just came on
home, Dwight said.

Too bad. I was looking forward to having a hot meal ready for you. You spoiled my
surprise, Rosalind said.

Im sure I did, Dwight said in a low voice. Im sure I did.

Rosalind looked at him askance.

I thought I saw Rev. Dorsett leaving here, Dwight said.

Rev. Dorsett? At this time of the morning? What time is it anyway? Rosalind said
turning to look at the clock. At 3:40 in the morning? What would Rev. Dorsett be
doing here at this time of the morning? Your eyes were playing tricks on you. You
should have stayed over at the hotel and gotten yourself a good nights sleep and
driven home later today. What was the rush anyway? But thats you. Always trying to
be a hero. Anyway, you get some rest. Youll be thinking and talking differently in the
morning.
Dwight looked at his wife as he tried not to react to the situation. He tried to quiet
down his increased heart beat. Rosalind turned away from him onto her side and
closed her eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief after he left the room to check on the
children. When he checked in on his sons, Dwight awakened DJ. I just wanted to let
you know I made it in safely. Your mother told me you handled things like a man. Im
proud of you, son, he said.

Youre welcome, Dad. There was nothing to it, DJ said. He reached over and pulled
his walking stick which had not left his side since he hurt his ankle, closer to him as
he rolled over to go back to sleep.
Dwight turned to leave but turned back and sat down on DJs bed. He gently shook
DJ by the shoulder. Just one more thing, DJ. By any chance was Rev. Dorsett over
here tonight?

Yes, DJ said. And he was over here last night as well.

Oh, he was? What time did he come?
After Mom put us to bed.
So you actually didnt see him come into the house?
I heard his car drive up and looked out the window and saw it was him, DJ said.
Do you know what time he left?
No, sir. I fell asleep.
Okay, son, you go back to sleep, Dwight said. Ill tell you all about the concert
tomorrow.
DJ fell asleep wondering why his father had such a serious look on his face and such
a serious tone in his voice.
 Chapter 3

DJ had just fallen asleep when he was awakened to his brother shaking him.

DJ, DJ, wake up! Its Dad and Mom. Theyre arguing, Kennedy said.
This isnt the first time, DJ moaned. If its still dark outside, then please leave me
alone and go back to bed. He pulled his blanket tighter around him, but Kennedy
persisted in trying to get him up.

Yeah. But this time its serious, Kennedy said. I heard Mom cry out as if he was
hurting her.

Dad would never hurt Mom, DJ said. You know they dont want you listening to
them. Go back to sleep.
Kennedy yanked the covers off his brother.

Hey! DJ said getting up with a start. Ill be glad when you get your own room. He
sat up in his bed and listened. I only hear muffled sounds. Doesnt sound like
arguing to me. Give me my blanket and go back to sleep.

Well, they were arguing, Kennedy said tossing DJs blanket at him. I got up to go
to the bathroom and when I opened the door I heard them. I heard Mom cry out and
say something about hurting me. And Dad was saying something about Rev. Dorsett
being over here while he was gone. I havent seen Rev. Dorsett over here. And I
thought Dad was supposed to return later this evening.

Oh, yeah, DJ said remembering his father awakening him. Dad came back early.
He checked in on us but you were as dad would say in a coma. Did you hear
anything else?

I heard a door open and I climbed back into bed and waited for things to die down.
Thats when I woke you up, Kennedy said.
They both listened.
All was silent.
*****
Dwight closed DJ and Kennedys bedroom door. He sighed as he made his way into
the kitchen. He absentmindedly opened the refrigerator, looked in but then closed it.
He peered into a few of the cupboards looking for nothing in particular. Without
turning the light on in the living room he sat in his easy chair. There was nothing on
the television at that time of the morning so he just sat in the darkthinking. How
could such a wonderful past two days end up like this? Disappointment flooded his
soul as he thought of his wife and Rev. Dorsett being together. His heartbeat began
to increase. He returned to his bedroom after a few minutes.
Dwight flipped the light on in the bedroom after pushing the door shut. He yanked the
sheet and blanket off his wife.

Get up! Get up right now! he said shaking his wife.

Mmmm, Rosalind moaned.
Stop that faking because I have no time for games. You lied to me. It took our son to
tell me the truth, Dwight said.

What are you talking about? Rosalind said sitting up in the bed. She looked at the
clock. Dwight, its 4:30 in the morning. Have you lost your mind?

Have I lost my mind? No. I should be the one asking you that question. Have you
lost your mind? What was Rev. Dorsett doing over here at three in the morning? And
dont tell me he wasnt because I know what I saw and DJ verified it.

DJ verified it? When did DJ see Rev. Dorsett over here? And at three in the morning
when hes asleep? I believe he was dreaming, so you might want to ask him again,
Rosalind said swinging both legs over the edge of the bed. She pulled the string of
her robe tight around her.

Where do you think you are going? Dwight asked.

To the bathroom to give you time to calm down because youre going out of your
mind.

Oh, no youre not, Dwight said grabbing her arm. You are going to stay right here
until we get to the bottom of this. I saw Rev. Dorsett pulling out of my driveway at
three in the morning. DJ told me about him coming over the two nights Ive been
away and that you let him in through the side door. Here I am ministering to Gods
people and you are here whoring around with Rev. Dorsett and yet you parade
yourself like youre a faithful godly wife and first lady.

You have no proof of that, Rosalind said. And let go of my arm; youre hurting me.
So now youre calling me a liar, Dwight said tightening his grip on her arm.
Ow! Youre hurting me. She twisted her arm from his grasp. Youre calling yourself
a liar. Not me. Like I said, your eyes are playing tricks on you. You need to get some
sleep. Massaging her arm, she marched past him to the bathroom. Dwight followed
closely behind.
Youre a lying, whorish woman. What kind of a wife are you? What kind of a
Christian are you? How could you do this to me? To the family? To the ministry? I
cant believe I married someone as treacherous as you, he said.

Ive done nothing to you and the family or to the ministry, Rosalind said. And can
you keep it down; the children are asleep. And you dont need to follow me into the
bathroom.
Rosalind proceeded to close the door but Dwight shoved it open and grabbed
Rosalind by the arm. Ill teach you never to do that again. No man is supposed to be
in my house at three in the morning without me being here, with my children asleep,
and my wife awake. You dont see anything wrong with that picture?
Dwight swung Rosalind around to face him. She slipped and bashed her head
against the mirror on the wall. Rosalind cried out as the glass shattered and blood
trickled down her forehead.
 Chapter 4

DJ, Rachel, Kennedy, and Jessica sat at the table anxiously awaiting the surprise
breakfast their father was putting together for them in the kitchen.

Youre going to love it, children, Dwight said from the kitchen. You all are going to
school on a full stomach this morning.

Dad, Im hungry. How much longer? Jessica hollered with giggles.

Just about done, Dwight said. Come and get the Karo syrup and the butter.
Dwight walked into the dining room balancing five cups, a jug of milk, and five plates
with five forks.

Ill get that, Dad, Rachel said bouncing out of her seat.
After arranging everything on the table, Dwight went into the kitchen and returned
with a serving plate full of his famous pork rind cracklin pancakes.

Were going to eat this morning. Arent we, children?

How impressive, DJ thought as his father placed the strange looking pancakes on
each of their plates. He placed a huge pat of butter on top followed by a generous
amount of Karo syrup.

Thank you, Dad, the children said.

This is good as always, Rachel said after taking her first forkful.
Kennedy ate his food in silence.
Dwight proceeded to share with them his experience at the Gospel concert in
Louisiana. I wish you could have come. You would have been blessed.

Thats great, Dad. May I please have another pancake? Rachel asked.
Sure. Help yourself, Dwight said. I see youre not eating, Dwight said to DJ after
noticing he only ate a little. Are you feeling well? Is your leg still hurting?

Im just not hungry, DJ said. At least not for your famous pancakes. I was looking
forward to some cheesy grits and scrambled eggs with sausage this morning. You
know, the way Mom cooks it when she does cook.

Be thankful for whatever is set before you. And like Ive said before, once you thank
God for providing your daily bread, show Him your appreciation by eating it with
gusto. But as I told you, your mother had a rough night. Shes sleeping in for a few
more hours.
Yeah, right, DJ thought as he and Kennedy exchanged glances. He took two bites of
his pancakes.

May I please go to my room now? My ankle feels uncomfortable.

Sure. Do you need me to help you? Dwight said.
No thanks. I think I can make it with the help of my walking stick. DJ hobbled to his
room.

Can we tell Mom good bye? Jessica said.

Why dont you let her sleep. Ill tell her you said goodbye, Dwight said. Hurry now;
you dont want to miss the school bus. I need to be heading for the hardware store
myself.
Jessica, Kennedy and Rachel finished off their breakfast, grabbed their book bags
and hurried out the door to join the other children at the bus stop. Dwight checked in
on Rosalind and then said goodbye to DJ. Let your mother get her rest, he told DJ.
DJ was sitting on his bed with his school books open, but his mind was on what
Kennedy had said to him earlier that morning about their parents arguing. Surely
Dad would not hurt Mom. He is too loving to hurt anyone.
About an hour after everyone had left, he heard his mother making her way to the
bathroom and then to the kitchen. Assuming she was headed for work, he was
surprised she did not check in on him as she normally did. Listening carefully, he
heard her speaking to someone from her job. Im not feeling well, today. Ill probably
need to take tomorrow off as well. . . . Thank you, Mr. Simmons. . . Ill let you know.
He heard her pushing things around in the kitchen and water running from the
kitchen sink. The sound that followed next he was unable to decipher. Then all was
silent.
DJ would normally spend the entire day in his room doing school work in between
watching television while he was recovering from his leg injury. Rosalind would leave
sandwiches, chips and soda for him while she and Dwight were at work and his
siblings were at school. Either of his parents would bring him a McDonalds meal or
a Hardees meal during their lunch hour. DJ decided to surprise her and walked out
of his room.

Hi, Mom, he said as he entered the living room area. Rosalind was sitting on the
couch eating a bowl of cereal.
Rosalind looked up, surprised. Hi, DJ. I didnt hear you hobble in here. Your ankle
must be feeling better.
DJ smiled sheepishly and hopped the few steps to the couch. He slid the bowl with
the ice pack in it over and sat down.
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Rosalind continued eating her cereal. DJ noticed she ate slower than normal as it
seemed to cause her some pain.

Mom, you have a huge gash on your forehead. What happened? he said as he
peered at her.
Rosalind remained silent. DJ looked at her thoughtfully as if deciding what to say
next.

Kennedy told me he heard you and Dad arguing last night. What happened? DJ
asked.
Rosalind kept on eating.

Kennedy also said he heard you say something to Dad about him hurting you, DJ
continued.

Kennedy sure heard a lot last night, didnt he? Yes, your dad and I were arguing, but
that happens in every marriage, Rosalind said looking up at her son. In case youre
thinking he did this to me, he did not. I slipped in the bathroom and accidentally hit
my forehead on the mirror. And as I told you, things happen in any marriage. Anyway,
whatever happens between your father and me is between him and me. So you dont
need to concern yourself about it. Okay? And dont you get any attitude towards your
father either. Now, are you caught up on your school work? Remember tomorrow is
the day I take it in to your teacher.
DJ shook his head, no. I guess I had better get todays work done and make up for
yesterday, he said as he got up from off the couch. I dont know who came up with
this idea of torturing children by putting them through school.

It will pay off in the end, Rosalind said as she watched him walk to his room. Oh,
hes not limping anymore. Why that boy has been putting on a show, she thought
with a smile. Lets see how long he plans on keeping up this charade. Turn the
television off. You cant focus on your work with the TV blasting, she said.

Okay, Mom, DJ said absentmindedly. I still cant figure out why Rev. Dorsett would
stop by that late at night. Oh, well. These thoughts and others bombarded his mind
as he dragged through his school assignments.
Rosalind finished eating her cereal. She picked the ice pack up and placed it on her
forehead as she laid her head on the back of the couch. Hopefully this should be
gone by tomorrow then Ill be as good as new. A little foundation and face powder
should hide whatever scar may be left.
Dwight stopped by during his lunch hour to check on his wife and son.

How are you feeling? he asked Rosalind as he looked at her forehead.

Fine. You made me miss a whole day of work. Thats going to cut into my
paycheck, Rosalind said quietly.

Is that all you can think about? A doggone paycheck? Dwight said.
Its helping to put food on the table and clothes on the childrens backs, Rosalind
said.

And its also helping to run us into debt, Dwight said. Anyway, the swellings gone
down. It should be gone by tomorrow. Then youll be free to go on and make the
almighty dollar.
Rosalind rolled her eyes.

Just keep the ice pack on it for the rest of the evening, Dwight said. And like I said,
Im sorry for grabbing your arm like that. But if you continue doing stupid things like
fooling around with Rev. Dorsett then you open yourself up for anything.

Dwight, hes one of your trusted preacher friends. If you dont trust him then maybe
you shouldnt be friends with him.

I mean, what was he doing here from about ten until after three in the morning alone
with you?

Not alone, the children were here, Rosalind said.

Here where? Asleep in their beds. So you still want to justify his being here?
Without waiting for an answer, Dwight said, I dont even want to get into it
anymore . . .

Thats because there is nothing more to talk about, Rosalind said. And if you dont
hurry youre going to be late for work.

I have never met a woman who just has to have the last word. With all that Bible
studying youre doing, somehow youre jumping over the book of James. The tongue
is an unruly evil full of deadly poison. Your mouths going to keep getting your behind
in trouble if you dont tame it and tame it soon, Dwight said as he walked out the
door.
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Rosalind had a hot meal of oven roasted garlic brisket with wedged potatoes and
carrots baked, rice pilaf, and garlic bread when Dwight and the children came home.

Children, this is the surprise welcome home meal I had planned for your fathers
return from the Gospel concert. You all almost did not get it, Rosalind said looking
Dwight dead in the eyes.

Have as much as you want because Im sure going for seconds and maybe thirds,
Dwight said.

This sure makes up for Dads pancakes, Kennedy said with a chuckle.
The family laughed. After the evening meal each member of the family went to their
own rooms.

I think Id like to sit on the porch for a while. Ive been in my room all day, DJ said
as he got up from the table using his walking stick to brace himself. He started to
limp a little towards the front door.

Want me to help you, son? Dwight asked.

I think I can make it, Dad. Kennedy, can you please bring me my history book? Its
on my bed, DJ said.
While they were having this exchange, Rosalind had quietly left the dining room with
a stack of dirty dishes. She returned with the broom. Before anyone could even begin
to guess as to why she had the broom, Rosalind started to whack DJ on the behind
with the straw part of the broom. Put that walking stick down and walk. Aint nothing
wrong with you.

But, Mom . . .
But, Mom, nothing. Aint nothing wrong with your leg. Youve been faking it these
past few days. Rosalind snatched the walking stick from out of DJs hand. Now
stand upright and walk. Ive been watching you, boy.

Rosalind, leave the boy alone. He has no reason to be faking, Dwight said.
I have a reason to keep swatting him on the behind, Rosalind said. Using that leg
as an excuse to stay away from school and from church. You will be in school
tomorrow and you will be in church on Sunday. And guess what? This Sunday the
Junior choir will be singing and you will be singing along with them.
Kennedy who had returned from the room with the history book and was watching
the scenario with much interest burst out in an uncontrollable laugh. I dont think
youll be needing the history book. I think youll fare better with the football.

You sure had me fooled, Rachel said.

From now on you get your own juice and water, Jessica said.
Dwight chuckled.

*****
On Saturday evening, Dwight left the hardware store where he worked full-time
excited at the direction in which God was taking the Love & Peace Apostolic Church.
He was equally excited as he anticipated the direction in which God might take him.
His dream was to always be a blessing and a change agent in the lives of others as
he developed a stronger relationship with God.

Rosalind, children, today marks the first day of my two weeks termination notice at
the hardware store, Dwight said to his wife and children after they were all seated
around the dinner table to a meal of fried fish, french fries and salad.

What do you mean? Rosalind asked.

It means Ill become full-time as overseer of the church, Dwight said. I cant even
visit all the people I want to visit throughout the week. I dont know what it is, but the
people just want me to visit with them. Sister Gresham was mad at me because I
sent Mildred to visit her while she was in the hospital. On top of that, the community
is calling on me more and more to address community issues.

I told you I could help out with that, Rosalind said. The customers come into the
pharmacy and while I am ringing up their purchases they just unload their concerns
and burdens for the community on me. They share with me things they would like to
see done for their children as well as for themselves as parents. Dwight, I cant even
begin to list the things we could do for these people as part of our church outreach
program.

See, that is why I dont need to be out there working. There is just so much to do,
Dwight said. And thats a way we can show Gods love to the people. Thats what
Jesus was all about: showing His love to all people especially to the down and out.

I can get together with the ladies and plan some things, Rosalind said. We sure
could turn this community around.

I think Im going to preach from the book of James this Sunday, Dwight said. You
know about show me your faith or even your love by how you treat me. For faith
without works is dead. I might even say love without works is dead. You say you love
me; then show me you love me.
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Wheres DJ? Rosalind asked Kennedy after she had gotten dressed and was
preparing to leave for work.

He left after breakfast. Says hell be spending time with his friends.
How come you didnt go with him? Rosalind asked.
Mom, he has his circle of friends. I have mine who I will be spending time with today
as well, Kennedy said with a grin.

Okay, If you say so. I want you girls to stay here. Theres bread and peanut butter
and jam in the cabinet, Milks in the refrigerator. If youre good, Ill bring you back
some McDonalds or Hardees home this evening.

Alright, Mom, Rachel and Jessica said.

I really wanted to go over to Janelles house. But I have to be stuck here with you
for three Saturdays in a row, Rachel said to her sister. Go get your books and read
and play with your dolls.

If you dont treat me right, Im going to tell Mom when she gets back, Jessica said
sticking her tongue out at her sister before dashing off to get her dolls.
____________

DJ met up with his friends, Speedy, Slow Poke Pete and Craig at the donut shop
their before and after-school stomping ground.

What are we going to do today? Slow Poke Pete asked. Cause whatever it is we
need to move fast before my mother catches me and calls me in to do housework.

You just a mamas boy, DJ said laughing. Shoot! Youll never get me doing
housework.

What would your sister be doing if your mother has you doing girlie work? Painting
her nails? Craig and DJ high-fived each other as they bent over laughing.

Mamas boy! Mamas boy, Slow Pokes friends chanted as they bit into their donuts.
I say we ride the full length of the railroad tracks, DJ said. That should take us all
day.

You can count me in, his friends said.

Hurry! I think I see my mamas car rounding the bend, Slow Poke said hopping on
to his ten speed bicycle.

If you dont live up to your name well out-ride her, DJ said taking off on his bicycle.
With DJ leading the way, the boys whizzed behind the donut shop, down the beaten
path between the bushes, into the water tunnel where they sloshed around in the
water before exiting the opposite end. They pedaled hard and fast, darting in and out
of peoples unfenced backyards. They got to the middle of the creek that was now as
dry as the desert. DJ stopped and did some tricks with his bicycle.

Aw, man. Thats nothing, Speedy said. Watch me, the master cyclist. Speedy did
a wheelie and then did a handstand on the seat.

Whoa! Whered you learn that? Craig said as the front wheel returned to the
ground.

Its easy as pie, Speedy said. Pull the front wheel up and then do a quick
handstand.
Craig tried twice but both times he fell off his bicycle.

Takes a little practice, Speedy said as he did a couple more handstands. Here. Let
me help you.
The friends joked with each other as they helped Craig, but their efforts paid off.

We need to keep moving, DJ said.

Before long they were at the train bridge where they skidded to a stop. I bet you
cant walk across the full length of the guard rail like the acrobats do, Speedy said
as he hopped off his bike.

You have to have a balance beam to help you keep your balance, Craig said
standing his bike up against one of the crossbars.

Aw, you dont need one, Speedy said. Just watch me.
DJ, Pete, and Craig watched as Speedy pulled himself up on to the iron beam on the
outside of the bridge. Speedy was the most agile of the four. He was also the most
daring as far as tackling feats that could prove fatal from one false move. Once on
top of the rail, Speedy straightened his knees; he stood upright; he slowly extended
his arms on either side to keep his balance. He then inched his way across the beam
keeping his eyes straight ahead. He did not seem nervous by the moving water
underneath him. One false move, one misstep could plunge him to the water below.
DJ, Slow Poke, and Craig watched him with their mouths gaped open as they held
their breath.
Reaching the end of the beam, Speedy jumped down, and turned around with a big
grin to face his friends who were applauding and cheering for him. He did his cool
walk bouncing from one foot to the other. Like I said, aint nothing to it but to do it.

You sure make it look easy, Craig said.

Okay, fellows. I did it. Whos next? Speedy said looking from one set of eyes to the
next.
Always looking for a challenge, DJ said, Ill go next.

The trick is not to look down at the moving water, Speedy said. Just feel your way
across.
DJ climbed up on the guard rail. After steadying himself, he felt his way down the
beam about five yards then hopped off. Thats all I can do.

You just a scaredy cat, Speedy said Whos next?

Slow Poke and Craig looked at each other.

Ill give you the honors, Slow Poke said to Craig with a bow.
Remember, the trick is to keep your hands extended in a relaxed mode and do not
look down. Keep looking straight ahead no matter what, Speedy reminded him.
 Chapter 8

You can do it, DJ and Slow Poke Pete said to Craig as Speedy steadied him on the
beam and coached him along.

Be still and balance yourself. Do you feel steady? Is your head clear? Keep your
eyes on the end of the rail. Tell yourself you can do it.
DJ and Slow Poke stood extremely still and almost breathless as Craig inched his
way down the length of the rail. Speedy encouraged him by walking alongside him
for about four yards. About quarter of the way Craigs body rocked a bit to the left and
then to the right as he steadied himself.
I dont know about this, DJ thought.
Craig had always been the one who needed more prompting. Not that he was afraid
to try their dare-devil antics. But he seemed to weigh the pros and cons, and like hed
always say to them, My mama would kill me if she knows Im out here cutting the
fool. And I wont say what my dad would do.
When Craig was close to the halfway mark, Speedy looked at DJ with a grin. Hes
doing it, man. Hes going to be as good as me. The three quietly high-fived each
other. But for those quick seconds when they took their eyes off Craig it seemed their
world stopped as they heard a blood curdling scream break into the air.

Speedy! Help!
Craig! Craig! Speedy shouted as he ran to the spot where he last saw Craig. DJ
and Slow Poke Pete sprinted behind him.

Craig! Craig! the boys shouted.

All three looked over the guardrail to see Craig disappear beneath the water. They
looked at each other too horrified to speak or to move. DJ being the first to come out
of his stupor said, You two go down to the bank and see if you can help him. Im
going to get his mother. Get in the water if you have to.

Man, I cant swim, Speedy said with a shaky voice. What have I done?
Get in that water. Do something to get him out! Dont leave until I get back, DJ
shouted as he hopped on his bicycle. He pedaled as fast as he could.

Mrs. Simmons! Mrs. Simmons! DJ shouted once he got to Craigs house. He let his
bicycle fall to the pebble driveway next to Mrs. Simmons car as he leaped off and
ran up to the front door.
Mrs. Simmons! he said as he frantically banged on the door.
Mercy me! What seems to be the problem? Mrs. Simmons said upon opening the
door.

Its Craig. He fell off the bridge into the river. We dont see his body anywhere.
What are you talking about?
Craig was walking on the guardrail and he fell over into the river. Speedy and Pete
are seeing if they can find him. Please come. DJs eyes were filled with tears.
Mrs. Simmons slammed the front door after getting her car keys. Get in the car! Did
you tell the police yet?

No. I came straight to get you.

After stopping by the police station, Mrs. Simmons drove quickly to the bridge.

Wheres Craig? Wheres my son? she demanded of Speedy and Slow Poke Pete
who were still in shock. She walked up and down the bank calling her sons name.
The police arrived behind her and took over the search after getting a report from the
boys. By the time Craigs father arrived, others had congregated on the bridge and
were helping in the search.

I knew it! I knew it! Mrs. Simmons said as her husband tried to comfort her. I told
him to stay home. Why didnt I insist on it? I told him not to ever go playing on that
bridge. It was almost as if God gave me a premonition that something bad was going
to happen. I told him to stay home. My God, You told me something bad was going to
happen.
Once back on the bridge, DJ in a daze picked up Craigs bicycle and handed it to Mr.
Simmons who placed it in the trunk of his wifes car. He stared at it for what seemed
like an eternity before slamming the trunk shut. Thank you, he muttered to DJ.

I just heard the tragic news. Whats going on? a familiar voice said.
DJ turned around to see his father. Someone had called him as they always did
whenever there was a death or a sickness in the church family. DJ sighed a sigh of
relief. This was one time he was glad his father was a Bishop in the community at
one of the churches in Fairhope.
 Chapter 9

After dropping Speedy and Slow Poke off at their respective homes, Dwight and DJ
continued the quiet drive home. DJ spent the rest of the evening in his room while his
father went to comfort the grieving family. The police found Craigs body further
downstream. Funeral plans were in the making.
DJ thought over one of the police officers words to them after he and his friends had
told the tragic accident to them: When youre young, your minds are careless and full
of foolishness. You boys should have known better.
Yes. We should have known better. But were young and invincible. Fearless. Lifes
not worth living if you cant conquer something, DJ thought.
Some of the words of the onlookers floated across his mind:
Foolishness is bound in the heart of a child.
Boys will be boys.
How could they not have seen the danger in it?
DJ winced as he silently grieved the loss of one of his best friends.
When Rosalind came home rather late that evening, she knocked quietly on DJs
bedroom door before pushing it open.

Here you go. I thought you might like this. Rosalind placed a Hardees bag on the
bed next to DJ. I heard about Craigs accident. I dont know what you boys were
thinking. I do hope youll be more careful. I told you to stay home more.
When Dwight came in around eleven that night, DJ and his siblings were already
asleep. After eating, he stopped by DJs room where he awakened him.

I just wanted to make sure youre doing okay, he said.

Yeah, Dad. Im fine, DJ said.
You know, son, tragic things happen in life that we dont expect. We know there is a
possibility of it happening, and we wish it doesnt happen, and we still dont expect it
to happen, but it will happen. And death is one of those things. Death is not natural,
but we have to accept it as part of life. God did not create us to die. That was not part
of His original plan for us, but because of sin we have to accept it.
Dwight placed a comforting hand on his sons shoulder.

Hows Mrs. Simmons doing? DJ asked.

Shes taking it hard. But with prayer, she and the rest of the family will pull through.
Come talk with me if you need someone to talk to.

Okay.
Well, one thing Im sure of and that is Craigs in a better place, Dwight said.
Do you mean Heaven? DJ asked.
Yes. Hes in Heaven. He was a good kid. Well, good night, DJ. Go ahead on back to
sleep.
Hes in Heaven, DJ thought as he rolled on his side. He was a good kid. Is that all it
takes to go to Heaven? Being a good person? I dont think so. Because if thats it,
then a lot of people will not be going to Heaven, even people in Dads church who
say they are going to Heaven. Even Mom and Dad with all the fussing and arguing
they do. I just dont know. DJ sighed. Lord, something aint right here, but Im asking
You to please show me the light.
 Chapter 10

Theres no need to tie him down in the house because his friend died, Dwight said
to Rosalind one evening when she was fussing at DJ about staying out late and not
letting them know where he was.

Well, if Craigs death has not taught him to be home at a decent hour and not out in
the streets doing foolish things like walking the guard rail over a bridge then I dont
know what else will, Rosalind said.
Turning to DJ, Dwight said, You need to let us know where you are at all times. You
cant just get up and go when you want to. Is that understood?

Whatever you say, Dad, DJ said.

Come again, Dwight said.
Yes, sir, DJ replied.
All we can do is guide them to do the right things, Dwight said. The Bible does say
to train up a child in the right way and when he gets older he will not depart from it.

What do you think I am doing? Rosalind retorted.

You can do better if you quit that job and be home when the children come in from
school, Dwight said.
Thats right, Dad, DJ thought with a slight grin. Id do anything to have her home to
fix my plate for me.

You better wipe that silly grin off your face, Rosalind said. Were talking about your
life here. Youre only thirteen-years-old

Almost fourteen, DJ said.

Dont interrupt me when Im talking to you, Rosalind said.
Yes, maam, DJ said sobering up at his mothers sharp tone.
Kennedy quickly smothered the smile that was creeping up on his face.

You might be turning fourteen and starting to smell yourself, but that does not give
you the right to come and go as you please. This is not your house, Rosalind said.
From now on we need to know where you are, what you are doing and who you are
with. Do you hear me?
Loud and clear, DJ thought. Yes, maam, he said.
Dwight, we need to have something going on at the church every evening and get
the children more involved in church activities. That way, we know where they are,
Rosalind said to her husband who had retired to his favorite chair in front of the
television eating his favorite Lorna Doone shortbread cookies.
Oh, no. Anything but that, DJ groaned to himself.

Sit down and get ready to eat your food, Rosalind said to DJ as she walked off to
the kitchen. She returned with a plate of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green
beans. And another thing: I dont have time to be keeping your food warm because
nobody knows what time youll turn up.
Id probably turn up if I knew you were going to cook, DJ thought.
Rosalind set the plate down before him.

Thanks, DJ said.
You better say thanks, Rosalind said.
Hey, can you quiet down in there? Im trying to relax and watch some television
here, Dwight called out.

Is it okay if I eat in my room? DJ asked.

Our room, Kennedy reminded him.
Go on. And you can go ahead and just get ready for bed after you eat, Rosalind
said. Rachel and Jessica, go and get ready for bed. You know youre not going to
want to get up in the morning.
All four children hurried to their rooms. Rosalind sat down on the couch with a sigh.

Whats the problem now? Dwight asked without taking his eyes off the television.
Who says there is a problem? Rosalind snapped back.
That long drawn out sigh.
Oh, that. Well, I just wanted to let you know that I put in my two weeks notice at the
pharmacy, Rosalind said.

Thats the best news Ive heard coming out of your mouth for some months now,
Dwight said, glancing at her. And thats good because the children need a mother
who will be home with a hot meal waiting for them every day when they come in from
school.

I am working so they can have a comfortable childhood, Rosalind said. One where
they dont lack for anything. I dont want them to go through what I went through.
Theyll lack for a mother, Dwight said matter-of-factly.
As I was saying, I put in my two weeks notice at the pharmacy, but Ill be starting my
new job at the post office at the beginning of the new year. Ill be working the evening
shift from three until eleven; sometimes until twelve midnight. With that said,
Rosalind stood to leave the room. It pays much more than what Im making at the
pharmacy, so its for the good of the family. Rosalind paused as if waiting for a
response. More money means more things for the children, she continued.

And more things for yourself, Dwight muttered. Why cant you just be satisfied with
what you already have? Youre teaching these children to be materialistic just like
you. I see it cropping up in the girls and even in the boys, Kennedy especially.
Theyre always talking about getting them this and getting them that. And you with
this crazy idea of taking them window shopping with you.

Dont you feel good when we wear beautiful dresses and the boys wear decent
looking clothes when we go to church or other places with you rather than dressed in
rags like we used to wear back in the day? I was always taught that even though you
may be poor, you ought to look like a million dollars, Rosalind said walking out of the
room.

Church is not a fashion show. You go there to worship God, Dwight said out loud.
I rest my case, Rosalind shouted over her shoulder.

****

I wonder what thats all about, Kennedy said to DJ who was reading his history
book while trying to watch Bonanza on television.

I cant worry about that right now. Im too busy getting ready for this test, DJ said.
You mean cramming for the test, Kennedy chuckled. I dont know why you wait
until the last minute to study, stressing yourself out. Plus, how can you study with
your favorite television show on and David Bowie playing on the stereo?

Me? Stressed out? No way, DJ said flinching his shoulders. Im cool, calm, and
collected about everything.

You could have fooled me, Kennedy said laughing. You try to look like a duck
gliding smoothly on the surface but paddling furiously underneath.
DJ laughed and said, Thats so stupid.
 Chapter 11

With a little over two weeks to go before Christmas, Rosalind with the help of
Dimples, the former pastors daughter, and a few other ladies in the church, worked
feverishly with the children who were performing in the Christmas play.

I dont want to hear any lip from you, DJ. You are going to play the part of the lead
shepherd, Rosalind said. Its too late now to give the part to someone else.

But, Mom, I dont want to act in any play. Ive tried to tell you that. Im fourteen.
Thats for little children, DJ protested. And if Kennedy told the truth, hed tell you he
does not want to play any shepherd either.

Well at least hes playing smart and keeping it to himself, Rosalind said. Tonights
practice is costume night, so get in there and put your costume on.
DJ and Kennedy joined the other boys in one of the classrooms that had been
designated as the boys dressing room.

Next time you dont like something dont bring me into it, Kennedy said to DJ. I like
being the drummer boy. At least I get to beat on the drum without having to say a
word.

I dont want to cower in fear when a group of angels pop out of Heaven and the lead
angel is my sister telling me to Fear not. And then jumping up and down rejoicing.
Im going to look like a ninny, DJ said.
Kennedy laughed.

Well, its too late to trade places with Slow Poke Pete. Look at his face. He looks
like he just swallowed a lemon. Playing the role of Joseph is about to kill him,
Kennedy said. Who would want to play Joseph with Francine acting as Mary?

I would, DJ said. Shes fine as wine and just my kind.

Kennedy chuckled. Youd better straighten that towel on your head and tighten that
string around your robe before Mom comes in and jacks you up. Im sure you
wouldnt want that in front of Francine, now would you?

Yeah. Id better do that.

Okay, boys, lets go, Rosalind said marching into the room. The girls are already
waiting in the hallway.

Dont I make a cute angel? Rachel said to DJ as he and the boys walked by them.
Yeah. You look like a ghost in that long white nightgown, DJ said loud enough so
others could hear. The boys and some of the girls laughed.

DJ, shut up, Rosalind said. The only words I want to hear from you are your lines
in the play. Is that understood?

Yes, maam, DJ said as he glared at his sister. I cant wait for this night to be over
with, he muttered to himself.
DJ, Slow Poke, Kennedy and a few others endured the next two weeks of rehearsal
and sighed in relief when it was all over on Christmas Eve, the night of the
presentation.

Just lovely. Everything was just lovely, Grandmother Randall said when she came
over to spend Christmas day with the family. You ought to play the lead shepherd
each year.

Ill let someone else have it next year, DJ quickly said.

He might be interested in playing the role of Joseph if Francine is going to be Mary
again, Kennedy said.
They all laughed.

You girls made lovely angels with the silver garlands on your heads. And your wings
looked so real, Mother Randall said. Rosalind, youre doing a great job with the
children.
You wont have me acting in any more church plays. Ill be staying as far away as I
can from the church, DJ thought.

Enough talking. Lets open our presents, Rosalind said as she reached under the
tree to pull out the presents. Reading the name tags, she passed them out.

Seems like you went all out this year, Dwight said as he opened his first present to
reveal a gold watch with a matching tie pin and a pair of gold cufflinks.

Heres another, Rosalind said, handing him a second gift.

Whoa! Dwight said as he pulled out a gold pocket watch hanging from a chain.
Thats not all. This is from the children.
Dwight took a large box from his wife. Thank you, children. Do you want me to keep
the bow and the ribbon? Dwight said as he lifted the cover from the box to reveal
three one hundred percent cotton white shirts with long cuffed sleeves to go with his
cuff links. Ill be preaching in style for sure this Sunday.
Everyone seemed pleased with their gifts except for DJ. A yellow jean suit? I cant
believe this. My friends are going to run me off the school campus. Thanks, Mom,
he said reluctantly.

Youre welcome. They ran out of Kennedys size. Thats the reason I didnt get him
one, Rosalind said.
No, Kennedy is just lucky and Im cursed, DJ thought.

You children go and hang up your clothes, Rosalind said.

 Chapter 12

The church family marched right into the New Year after a memorable Watch Night
service. Dwight challenged them to make the greatest commandment even more
evident in their lives in the new year. Love God with all your heart, with all your mind,
and with all your soul. And love your neighbor as yourself. Is that alright?

****

On the first day of school in the new year, Rachel and Jessica came waltzing out of
their room in their new dresses and shoes.

Dont they look beautiful in their new dresses? Rosalind said to Dwight as they took
their places at the breakfast table.

You girls sure do look beautiful, Dwight said. Now dont mess your dresses up.
Carry yourselves like queens today.

DJ and Kennedy, get in here now. Were all waiting on you, Rosalind called out to
the boys.
Kennedy hurried into the dining room in his new dark blue corduroy pants, white
shirt, and new sneakers. DJ followed closely behind in his faded jeans, long sleeve
sweater shirt, and new sneakers.

Good morning, Dad and Mom, they both said.

Good morning, boys. Have a seat. You dont want to miss out on a hot, delicious
breakfast, Dwight said. Lets thank God for the food.

DJ, why dont you have on your new clothes like the rest of the children? I told you
all to put on the new clothes you got for Christmas. Didnt you hear me? Rosalind
said.

Are you talking about the yellow jeans with the matching jacket? DJ said.
Yes. The yellow jeans with the matching jacket. You know what Im talking about,
Rosalind said.

Im sorry, Mom, but I cant wear that, DJ said.

What? Do you all hear this? And why not? Rosalind said.
Mom, its yellow. Only girls wear yellow, DJ said in all seriousness.
There is nothing wrong with those clothes. That outfit was made specifically for
boys. They even had a couple of them in the mens section. I used my hard-earned
money to buy you something you need and this is the thanks I get, Rosalind said.

Well, did you buy Dad a yellow jean suit while you were in the mens section? DJ
asked.

Youd better get in there and put those clothes on right now, Rosalind said.
DJ looked at his father without moving.

Rosalind, please dont start the new year fussing at the children, Dwight said. Lets
thank God for the food so we can eat it while its hot and so the children can head on
out to school.

Dwight, you are always taking up for these children, Rosalind said as she reached
over to fix the childrens plates.

Its not a matter of taking up for the children. DJ is fourteen-years-old. Im sure he

knows what he likes and does not like. Besides, I dont want my boys wearing a full
yellow outfit. Its too feminine, not to mention, that one specifically is sore on the
eyes.
You tell her, Dad, DJ thought hiding the smile that was creeping up on his lips.

Oh, hush that up. Children can get away with it, Rosalind said.
Yes, little children, but not a fourteen-year-old boy. You dont want his friends to
laugh at him on the first day of school in the new year, do you?
Thats right, Dad, DJ thought.

Dwight, these children have to learn they cant always have what they want. Things
are not going to always go their way. Now, Im going to have to go through the hassle
of returning it, Rosalind muttered.

You love to visit the stores anyway, so it shouldnt be too much of a hassle. Just
return it for something you know he will like, Dwight said. Eat up, children. The
school bus will be here any minute now. By the way, your mother starts her new job
at the Post Office tomorrow; shes working the evening shift. I dont know why she
chose that shift, but as usual, she did it without my knowledge or my permission, so
dont expect her home when you come in from school. Of course, Ill try to be here if I
dont have to visit the church family.

Whos going to cook for us? Kennedy asked.

Ill try to have your dinner fixed before I leave, Rosalind quickly said.
Yeah, right. Weve heard that one before, DJ thought as he shoved a piece of
sausage in his mouth.Youre probably going to call us from the job and tell us to get
the can of welfare peanut butter under the sink and make a pitiful sandwich.
 Chapter 13

The Love & Peace Holiness Church witnessed a packed house on the first Sunday of
the new year. The crowd filled up the sanctuary seats, the center and side aisles and
the vestibule. Dwight and Rosalind looked out into the crowd as they welcomed the
congregation members and visitors.

Looks like were going to have to get a new building or expand this one, but thats
fine because it will be a good thing. Is that alright? Dwight said. Now that can only
happen if each of you make the commitment or as we like to call it, a new years
resolution, to be more faithful in church attendance. I dont want to waste money
expanding the church building, buying new padded pews, and then we end up with a
bunch of empty seats because you all break your new years resolution as the new
year starts to get old. So why dont you all make that promise to God to be more
faithful in church attendance this year?

Yes, ladies of Love & Peace, Rosalind said as she took the microphone from her
husband, make that New Years resolution to get your family here for services every
Sunday on time and for prayer meeting every Wednesday night on time. Not C.P.
time colored peoples time; on time. There was a smattering of laughter
throughout the congregation. That might mean sacrificing some sleep on Sunday
mornings to get a hot breakfast ready. It may mean staying up late on Saturday
nights to get Sunday dinner prepared. Thats part of the Christian life: sacrificing for
others. Amen?

Amen, most of the congregation replied.

DJ was seated on the second row from the back. He had been late in coming in, so
his usual seat at the very back by the side exit was already taken. The only thing he
really enjoyed about church was watching the beautiful sisters, Jennifer and Janice,
as they sang in the choir. They are both very fine, especially that Jennifer, he
thought. I want to see if I can get with that. He normally dozed off during the sermon.

Amen, Dwight said. Dont forget to show some love to somebody every day this
week, he reminded them.

Amen, DJ muttered standing quickly to his feet. As he took a step forward it

seemed as if the crowd engulfed him. Oh, man! How am I going to get out of here, he
thought.

Arent you Bishop Jacobs son? someone asked.

DJ turned around to see Mother Matilda bent over on her cane and her sister,
Martha.
Oh, no, DJ thought.

Yes, he is, Mother Martha said squinting her eyes at DJ. Mother Randall pointed
him out to me one Sunday and Ive been watching him and praying for him ever
since. As a saved young man, you ought to sit up and pay attention in church. Youre
too young to be falling asleep in church. You saved, aint you? Saved people dont
fall asleep on the Word of God. Aint you saved?

No, maam. Im not saved, DJ said.

Sure you are, Mother Matilda said.
No, maam, DJ said.
I was there when you got baptized. I was there when you all got baptized, Martha
said. And so was Matilda.

You Bishop Jacobs boy, too. You got a double blessing on your life, Matilda said.
Always remember, young man, you cant hide from God. Once youre saved, youre
His.
A double curse is what it is, DJ thought. I got to get out of here.

So you are saved no matter what the devils been telling you, Matilda continued.
From now on, boy, when somebody asks you are you saved, say, Im saved!

No, maam. I cant say that for sure, DJ said.

Matilda, is he being humble like his daddy or is he being a hard case? Martha
asked.

Hes too young to know what humble is. Hes just being a hard case. We need to
get him on the mourners bench and get him re-saved, Matilda said. They chuckled.

For sure. Ill talk to Mother Randall and to Bishop Jacobs, Martha said.
And dont forget First Lady, Matilda said. Shell get it fixed. Yes, maam, she surely
will. We gonna get you on the mourners bench and get Jesus back into you, boy.
Man, I got to get outta here, DJ thought glancing around.

Look me in the eye, young man, Martha said. You saved. You just dont know it.
Or he doesnt want to accept it so he can keep up with his ways, Matilda said
peering deep into DJs eyes.

No, maam. If youll excuse me. I dont want to keep my brother waiting, DJ said
sliding out the door into the fresh air. He had one aim now and that was to get home
as quickly as he could to beat the crowd of church folks who were going to come
over to their house for the first church dinner of the New Year.
I want to get my food first before big ol Deacon Green starts getting his food. DJ
looked around for someone to give him a ride home. Cousin Ella. Shell give me a
ride home.
 Chapter 14

Tell Mom you gave me a ride home, DJ said after Ella dropped him off at his house.
By the way, when are you going to teach me how to drive?

Youre still a little young. But Ill teach you soon as long as its okay with your
parents. Come over any time, Ella said. Im home most evenings.
After Ella drove off, DJ went inside the house and headed for the kitchen. He took a
plate out of the cabinet and pulled the oven door open. He peered inside the warm
oven to find two large trays of crispy fried chicken legs and thighs. There was a roast
with diced carrots and potato wedges in the roasting pan. Collard greens with ham
hock were in a tall pot on the stove. The cornbread was still in the rectangular
baking pan. Three packages of dinner rolls were on top of the counter still in their
package.
DJ placed a generous serving of each item on his plate. He was pouring himself a tall
glass of lemonade when his mother, grandmother, and siblings entered the front
door.

DJ, are you here? Ella told me she dropped you off, Rosalind called out as she
kicked her shoes off. I got to get out of these heels and give my feet a break. You
girls go take those dresses off and put on something more comfortable. Here,
Jessica, take my shoes back to the room and bring my blue house shoes. Bring the
other pair for Mother. Mother, you sit down. Ella and Mildred will help me. I hear them
coming now along with the others.

Hey, everyone, DJ said walking out of the kitchen.

You mean to tell me you couldnt wait? Rosalind said.
No, maam. The food will be gone by the time all of your guests get theirs. Could
you please save me a slice of the cake? DJ said matter-of-factly. He headed in the
direction of his room.

Where are you going? Rosalind asked.

To my room, DJ said. Please, Mom. I like to eat in my room.
Ill let you go this time, Rosalind said with a smile. But you need to eat in here with
everyone else from now on.
DJ hurried to his room as the church folks started coming in. I just dont like these
church people always coming over here eating up all our food. Some of them need
to look in the mirror before they sit down to eat because they could sure lose some
weight, he thought. He pushed the door up with his foot, set his plate down on the
bed, and then locked the door. He turned the volume on his television up loud
enough for the noise of the football game to drown out the laughing and talking
coming from the living room.
As DJ reclined on his bed eating, his mind wandered to his encounter with Mother
Matilda and her sister, Martha. He had often wondered about the things they did in
the church. He knew of married preachers, deacons, and even one of the sons of a
preacher, who had girlfriends in the church who oftentimes got pregnant out of
wedlock. And he saw some deacons who couldnt wait to get out the church door to
light up a cigarette on the church steps. Not to mention the arguing between his
parents, the Bishop and First Lady of the church.
I dont know if this is how church folk are supposed to be behaving. I dont know if
this is how saved folk are supposed to be acting. What does it mean to be saved?
Saved from what? Saved to what? DJ thought. Am I saved because Im baptized?
Am I saved because Im the son of a preacher, a Bishop? Am I saved because I go
to church each Sunday, even if Im forced to go? This is so confusing. Lord, please
show me the light.
 Chapter 15

DJ looked forward to the coming of spring. He loved sunshiny days as they cheered
him up in a way that nothing else did.
Its going to be a great day today, he thought as he bounded out of his bed. The
welcoming smell of sizzling bacon along with cheesy scrambled eggs and buttered
toast met him as he opened the bedroom door.

Good morning, Mom, he greeted Rosalind as he walked into the kitchen.

Morning, DJ. Youre mighty cheerful this morning. I know going back to school could
not make you this cheerful.

Well, you know, DJ said taking his seat around the table. Even though he still did
not care for his mother being at work when he came home in the evenings, he at
least appreciated that she was home in the mornings to fix them a hot and filling
breakfast; thats if she was not sleeping in. Wheres Dad? he asked.

Mother Matilda fell ill suddenly during the night so they called him early this morning
to come and pray with her as she may not be with us much longer.
DJ shuddered as he thought back to the conversation he and Mother Matilda and her
sister Martha had.

He may not be back before you all leave for school. Go tell Kennedy to get in here
now if he wants to eat, Rosalind said.

Kennedy! Mom says to get in here now if you want to eat, DJ shouted.
I could have done that, Rosalind said. Let me go get the girls.
A few minutes later, Kennedy came to the table. He had an angry look on his face.
He slammed his book bag on the floor and slouched in his seat.

Whats your problem, now? DJ asked as he poured himself a glass of orange juice
from the bottle that was sitting on the table.

Did I say there was a problem? And even if there is a problem, you dont need to
know about it, Kennedy said.

Who says I wanted to know? DJ said. But whatever it is, youd better fix it before
Mom notices it. You know shell jump on you in a hot minute.

And you can just send that attitude back to wherever it came from, Rosalind said
as she entered the room. I dont need that this morning. Now eat.
Except for Rachel and Jessicas chattering everyone else ate in silence.

I think I hear the bus, DJ said pushing away from the table and grabbing his book
bag from off the floor where it sat by his chair. He grabbed the last piece of bacon off
the plate, shoved it into his mouth.

Hey, I wanted that, Rachel said.

Youll get the last piece tomorrow, DJ said as he hurried out the door. Bye, he
shouted.
His sisters followed him. Bye, Mom. See you later, they both said.

Get to moving, Kennedy, because if you miss that bus, youll be walking to school.
And you can just leave that attitude of yours outside when you come home this
evening, Rosalind said. And dont take it into the classroom with you because if I
receive a note from any of your teachers about it, youll be in a world of trouble. Do
you hear me? Now get to moving.
Rosalind had just finished washing the dishes and was preparing to mop the kitchen
floor when Dwight came in.

Hows Mother Matilda doing? she asked as she placed his breakfast in front of him.
Not too good. I dont think shes going to make it to the end of the week. They
refuse to take her to the hospital saying theres nothing the doctors can do for her.
They are just waiting for the good Lord to come and get her, Dwight said.

Ill stop by and check on her on my way to work, Rosalind said. She reached for
her Bible and study book to prepare her lesson for the womens meeting which they
had every Tuesday. After a few minutes, she said, You know, I think we need to add
a couple more rooms to the house or move into a new house so that each of the kids
can have their own room.

Whats wrong with them sharing a room? Dwight asked.

I just think as they get older they might want to have their own room. The rooms
they have now are getting too small for them.

Well see, Dwight said.

*****
As soon as the school bus let the children off in front of the school, DJ and his friends
Speedy, Slow Poke Pete, Ryan and a few othersheaded for the donut shop
across the road from the school. That was one of their morning rituals: to visit the
donut shop and goof off before their first class which they were often late for.
Nothing like a freshly baked donut to start your day, DJ said as he led them into the
shop. The donuts were addictive as they melted in your mouth.

Didnt your mother feed you this morning? Ryan asked.

That wont stop me from getting my donut, DJ said.
What are we going to do after school, Slow Poke Pete asked. He was never one to
come up with ideas.

I know what Ill be doing, DJ said. My Cousin Ella will be teaching me how to drive.
Im going to be big time now.

Aw! Stop lying. You too young to learn to drive, Ryan said. Your parents wont let
you.

Thats why my cousin is going to teach me. But like I always say: I can show you
better than I can tell you. Then once I learn to drive, Im going to get me a car, DJ
said.

You dont even have a job, Speedy laughed.

I didnt say when I was going to get a car. Anyway, I got plans, and if you were
smart, youd start planning to get you a car as well so you can get around without
having to wait for your parents to take you everywhere if they even take you.
When you have your own stuff cant nobody tell you what to do with it, DJ said as he
put the last piece of donut into his mouth and licked his fingers. Wed better hurry or
were going to be late for school.
DJ started jogging across the road, into the school yard and all the way to his first
class. His friends followed closely behind him.
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As soon as his last class ended, DJ said goodbye to his friends. Im going for my
first driving lesson, he bragged.

You dont even want to go by the donut shop for a few minutes and ride the school
bus home first? Speedy asked.

Nope. Im walking to my cousins house. Ill get there before the bus comes. See
ya, DJ walked to his cousins house and was there within minutes.

Cousin Ella, DJ called out as he knocked on the front door.

Come on in. The doors unlocked, Ella said. Cousin Ella was in her early twenties
and lived by herself in a small one bedroom house.
When DJ entered the living room, Ella was sitting on the couch with a bottle of Schlitz
Malt Liquor Bull in one hand and eyes glued to the television. Sit down. Let me finish
watching my show.

I just walked over here from school. Do you mind if I get something to drink? DJ
asked.

Go ahead, Ella said without looking up.

DJ walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He scanned the shelves. A
six-pack of Coca-Cola. A pitcher of lemonade. A six-pack of Schlitz Malt Liquor Bull.
No need to check for anything else, he thought as he eyed the Schlitz Malt Liquor
Bull. Ella, can I try one of your beers?

Yeah. Whatevers in there, Ella said in a low voice.

DJ smiled as he reached for one of the bottles of beer. He unscrewed the cap and
took a sip. Not very sweet but there must be something to it if Ella drinks it. He took
another sip. He smiled as he walked into the living room and sat in the chair across
from Ella.

Great show, Ella said. She drank down the rest of her beer before turning to DJ.
How can I help you, D . . . What do you have in your hand?

You said I could have it, DJ said.

No, I didnt.
You did, DJ said with a chuckle. You were so much into your show you must not
have heard me ask.
Ella shook her head. Well, take three more sips then go put it back in the
refrigerator. You are the Bishops son. You cant be drinking no beer.

Well, arent you a church lady? Youre not supposed to be drinking beer, either, DJ
said.

Its different for me; plus, Im grown, Ella said.

I hear you, DJ said. He took three gulps.
I said sips, not gulps. Give it here. Ella snatched the bottle from him. Youre only
fourteen.

About to be fifteen, DJ said.

Whatever the case, youre too young to be drinking beer. Your body cant handle it,
Ella said.

Why do you drink it anyway?

For my health, Ella said.
Yeah, right, DJ said. Anyway, I came over so you could start teaching me to drive.
Oh, yeah. Let me get my keys and jacket. I had forgotten about that. How often are
we going to do this now?

I can come by every evening after school, DJ said. I hope you havent said
anything to Mom or Dad yet.

No. I havent said anything to them. Now, dont you have after-school activities?
Not right now. Im going to try out for football after my fifteenth birthday. But that
wont start until just before summer, DJ said.

Sounds good to me. Lets get going then.

After about three weeks of lessons, DJ was skillfully handling the car. Ella, let me
drive by the school and the donut shop and toot the horn at my friends, DJ said after
Ella told him he was ready to take the driving test when he reached the legal age.

You just want to show off. Thats all, Ella said with a smirk.
Just duck down when I get close to the school so theyll think Im by myself, DJ
said.
Ella laughed. Okay. Ill play along. Just drive real slow.
DJ leaned back in the drivers seat as he slowly drove by the donut shop honking the
car horn. He stopped the car and his friends surrounded it. They laughed when Ella
popped up.
Man, you were serious, Speedy said. I was beginning to think you had deserted
us.

Arent you too young to learn to drive? Ryan said. I asked my dad to teach me and
he said I was too young.

Can you teach me how to drive, Ella? Slow Poke Pete said.
I cant do that without your parents permission. Plus, you are too young, Ella said.
DJs not any older than me, Slow Poke Pete said.
Well, hes family. You know how that is, Ella said.
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DJ had forgotten about his conversation with Mother Matilda and her sister Martha
until two Sundays later when Mother Randall and Rosalind took him by the arm and
placed him on the mourners bench immediately after services. DJ looked around
bewildered at the three other people kneeling beside him.
One was a young lady in her early twenties crying out. Save me, God. Please save
me!
The other was a middle-aged woman rocking from side to side. You could only see
the whites of her eyes. She was muttering incoherently.
The third was Old Jim. He was always sipping something from a brown bag after
every church service. Old Jim was known to come down to the mourners bench
every Sunday.
DJ wanted to laugh, but he felt he was in such a serious situation to make light of
it. This has got to be a joke. How can I get out of here? he thought. The mothers of
the church started to parade around them muttering, singing, shouting, and
humming, calling the Lords name over and over again.

Show them the error of their ways, Lord, one of the mothers shouted.
DJ looked around and saw his father, Bishop Dwight, singing loud and strong. First
Lady Rosalind had taken control of the microphone and was encouraging the
mothers to keep parading and calling on Jesus.

Call out for them to get saved. Call out for them to turn from their sins. Call out for
them to call on Jesus.
The musicians played louder as the congregants sang.
Jesus. Jesus.
Oh, what a wonderful name.
I got to get out of here, DJ thought glancing around. The young lady on the
mourners bench started to do a holy dance.

She got it! She got it! one of the mothers said. They all started shouting, She got it!
She got it!
The young lady started to dance down the aisle. After being coached by the mothers
to say the name Jesus over a thousand times at least, DJ started dancing
backwards all the way down the aisle, kicking his legs up and spinning around.

He got it! He got it! He saved for sure now, the mothers said.
Bishop Jacobs bellowed out the words of the song as he led the congregants in
singing.
Jesus. Jesus.
Oh, what a wonderful name.
DJ continued dancing backwards until he was out the front door. He lay low in Ellas
car. Once home, he took refuge in his room.

You should have seen your face, Kennedy said laughing. You looked petrified.
Who would have ever thought they would see Bishop Jacobs son on the mourners
bench?
DJ chuckled. This will be the first and last time.

Where did you learn to dance like that? Kennedy laughed even harder.
I just watched that woman and imitated, DJ said.
Well, youre certainly good at copying others, Kennedy said.
I believe all of it is just a show, anyway. Old Jim goes to the bench every Sunday
and if hes not saved by now then something is seriously wrong with what theyre
doing, DJ said.

Do you feel saved? Kennedy asked.

I dont feel any different, that is if Im supposed to feel something, DJ said. Its all
emotional to me and I want no parts of it. I dont even want people to know Im the
Bishops son.

Well, whats so wrong with people knowing that? Kennedy asked.

They label you and watch you all the time. You cant do this and you cant do that.
Im supposed to be saved because Im Bishop Jacobs son. I told Mother Matilda and
her sister that I was not saved. They kept insisting that I was. I believe they told Mom
and Grandmother Randall what I said and they all ganged up on me. Thats how I
ended up on the mourners bench. They have the right name for it too, mourners
bench. Thats all they do on that bench mourn the predicament they are in.
Kennedy chuckled.

But one thing I can tell you and that is: I am not saved and I am going to let
everybody know that I am not saved, DJ continued.

How do you plan on doing that? Kennedy said.

Im going to be the baddest kid in town.
Whoa! Kennedy said.
Their conversation ended as Rosalind called them to the dinner table.
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That was a brave thing you did going to the mourners bench, Dwight said to DJ
once they were all seated around the table. I hope you got it right with God.

Mother and I had to corral him and take him up there. He wasnt going to go on his
own, Rosalind said as she fixed their plates. What do you mean telling Mother
Matilda youre not saved? You didnt know she told me, did you?

Well, I cant lie to her, DJ said.

When did you tell her that? Dwight asked.
Two Sundays ago, Rosalind said. DJ, you got baptized when you were twelve
years old over at the First Baptist Church. Dont you remember that?

Yeah, I remember.
Well, then, youre saved. Doesnt the Bible say repent and be baptized? Rosalind
said.

I wouldnt know, DJ said.

You just need to do more repenting, Rosalind said.
Yeah, but does getting baptized mean you are saved? DJ asked.
You know something, DJ? You question things too much, Rosalind said. Youre too
young to be questioning the things of God. Just accept things as they are. You start
questioning things then youll get confused in the mind.

Well, if I dont ask questions, how am I ever going to know the truth? DJ said.
Well, why dont you start reading the Bible for yourself? Dwight said.
I hardly ever see you read yours except for when you go to the bathroom on
Sunday mornings holding everyone up, DJ said.
Dwight chuckled and said, Thats because its so quiet in there and there is
something serene about studying on a Sunday morning.

So you dont study in your office at the church? DJ asked.

DJ, stop asking questions and eat.
But Mom
But Mom nothing. Just listen and stop talking.
Just trying to find out how Dad spends his days, DJ muttered.
After a few minutes of eating silently, DJ said, Im signing up for football starting the
beginning of summer.

Thats fine with me, Dwight said.

Rosalind remained quiet.

That would be great, Rachel said, because Im going to join the cheerleading team
when I get older.

Me, too, Jessica said.

You only want to do it because I said Im going to do it, Rachel said.

****
DJ lay awake wrestling with his own thoughts long after the family had all gone to
sleep. Speaking in tongues? Being baptized? Going to church? Paying your dues?
Do these things really get you savedwhatever that means? Do these things get
you into Heaven? One thing I know and that is: I want no part of this church stuff that
I see going on here. I want nothing to do with church folk because it just seems like a
bunch of confusion, phoniness, and hypocrisy.
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Summer couldnt arrive faster in DJs estimation. He tried out for football and made
the team. So did Speedy and Ryan. Slow Poke Pete did not bother to try out.

I love watching football, but to play it? No way. Its too rough for me, he confessed.
Thats because youre not a real man. Real men play football, DJ said, flexing his
arm.

Im a man in my own way, Slow Poke Pete said with a chuckle. I want to play
baseball.

All I know is, Im going to be star quarterback of the high school team, DJ said as
he and his friends put on their football gear one evening.

Good for you. I just want to stay on the team, Ryan said. Ill play any position.
And stop trying to fool us, DJ. You just want to be quarterback because you know
thats who all the girls go after, Speedy said.

Wouldnt you say thats a good reason, DJ said with a chuckle.

Just remember, they dont call me Speedy for nothing, Speedy said. So you have
some competition.
Coach Floyd observed the new players. Pointing to DJ, he asked Assistant Coach
Langley, Whos that?

Thats Dwight Jacobs. Ive checked his academic files. Hes a good kid. He is
passing all his classes. Nothing too spectacular on that front, but he doesnt have
any bad comments from any of his teachers. A few tardies, but we can work with
that, Coach Langley said.

What about that fellow there? Coach Floyd said pointing to Speedy.
He has good grades as well. I hear they call him Speedy.
Coach Floyd watched as Coach Langley took the new recruits through their drills.

DJ is very promising, Coach Floyd said to Coach Langley at the end of their third
practice session with the boys. I see drive in his eyes and in the way he plays. I see
tenacity and competitiveness. As you know, I love to see that in my players. If we get
all the boys to have that kind of attitude, New Hope High School should be back in
first place in the divisional rankings quite soon. What do we say?

They dont call us The Champions for nothing, both coaches said.
DJ gave practice everything he had. By the end of the summer, his name as a
promising quarterback was being whispered among his peers and others in the
school.

I think we should work with him extra. Maybe let him train with the older players
sometimes, Coach Langley suggested. Hes ready to move up.

I know. But we move up as a team. I dont want to separate him from the rest of the
pack too soon. I dont want him to get the big head and then we cant tell him
anything, Coach Floyd said.

True.
I want to see humility and a consistently teachable spirit over a period of about a
year before I work with him one-on-one or let him practice with the older players. I
want to see how he handles that type of responsibility, Coach Floyd said.

I guess Im jumping ahead of us, huh? Coach Langley said.

Maybe.
Its just that, when I see natural talent, I want to snag it and take it to the next level,
Langley said.

Im tempted to do the same, Coach Floyd said. And I have done that in the past.
But Ive also been burned before, and thats not good for me or the players. They
have to learn that theres a lot more to this game than just taking a ball and running
down the field with it.
Coach Langley nodded.

Oftentimes its not how you win, but how you lose, that counts, Coach Floyd shared
with the team in one of his pep talks before practice. Defeat allows you to see what
youre made of.

I aint thinking about losing, DJ whispered to Speedy.

Its easy to have a good attitude when you win, Coach Floyd continued, but are
you going to have a good attitude when you lose? As you practice today remember,
attitude is what counts. Lets get moving on those drills.
One day after practice, Slow Poke Pete came up to DJ and handed him a note. This
is from one of the girls in our class.
A smile crossed DJs lips as he silently read the note.

What does it say? Slow Poke Pete asked.

Im not gonna tell you, DJ said grinning.
If Im going to serve as delivery man, Im going to read every note I deliver, Slow
Poke Pete said with a scowl.
When DJ arrived home, he placed the note in a wooden safety box that he had
picked up from the dollar store and which he kept under his bed
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Although Rosalind was pleased that her children were all doing well in school, she
was not pleased that football was taking up so much of DJs time to the point where
he missed choir rehearsals, Wednesday night prayer meeting, and Youth Explosion
Night on Fridays.

Thats not good for him, Rosalind complained to Dwight one evening. Now
Kennedy claims hes joining the school band so he can get more training in playing
the drums,

What do you want me to do about it? Theres nothing wrong with them pursuing
things they like doing.

Going to church and taking part in church activities is something they should like
doing, Rosalind said. Is it too much to have him to come out for two nights of choir
rehearsal and one night of Bible study? He acts as though he doesnt even want to
spend time with the youth of the church.

Theres always a way to get around things, Dwight said. Youre their mother.
Figure it out.
Rosalind was shocked. Dwight, you should be the one concerned about this. Arent
you the head of the house? The supposed-to-be priest of the home? Or is that just
another title? Another thing is, you should have been having family devotions with the
children all along.

First of all, you gave me that title of priest. And family devotions mean you have to
participate too, not just the children, Dwight retorted. Maybe if you had sat back and
let me exercise my role as the head without opposing it, we would be having family
devotions. Anyway, you call yourself praying and having devotions with the women of
the church, why dont you pray and have devotions with your own children? I preach
to them on Sundays. The least you can do is teach them in the home.

I cant believe Im hearing this, Rosalind said.

Youd better believe youre hearing it. If you dont mind, Id like some peace and
quiet so I can meditate on the message Ill be preaching on Sunday.

What will you be preaching on?

On the home.
Oh, thats fine. But whatever you do, dont use the words submit, submission, or
be in subjection to your husband. Those are words the women do not like to hear.
And if youre wondering how I know that. Its from our talks during our womens
meeting on Wednesday nights.

Your talks? You should be teaching them the Bible, not having talks, Dwight said.
Are you leading the pack in gossiping when you should be leading them in prayer
and Bible study?

We dont gossip. We discuss things as they affect women including family life from a
biblical perspective, Rosalind said.

Dont you mean from Rosalind Randall-Jacobs perspective? Dwight said.

I know where to draw the line. And I resent you putting me in that light, Rosalind
said.

I tell you the truth. I cant even trust you to lead a group of women in Bible study,
Dwight said.

As I was saying, if you dont want to start a rebellion among the women then dont
mention those words. Yes, its in the Bible, and they want it to stay there. Let them
read it for themselves. They just dont want you preaching it from the pulpit. I rest my
case.

About time you rest something, Dwight said.

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Dwight, seeing Im not home in the evenings, I think it would be best for you to hold
family devotions with the children when they come in from school, Rosalind said a
few days later. Youd be doing your priestly job in the home.
Dwight chuckled. I think you said family devotions. Arent you part of the family? If
you quit that job of yours we could make it truly a time of family devotions, dont you
think?

We could do it in the mornings, but they hardly want to get up for school, Rosalind
said. But at least wed all be here together.

Well try and see how it works. Now can I go back to my sermon meditation?
Yes. You can go back to sleep.
The following morning, Rosalind, with much effort, awakened the children a half hour
earlier than usual. Were having family devotions starting this morning before you go
to school, she said as she awakened each of them. If you want to eat you had
better get dressed quickly and be at the table immediately.

This has got to be a joke, DJ said to himself as he got dressed, trudged to the
bathroom, and then to the dining room. He met Kennedy in the hallway.

What is going on? Kennedy asked as he yawned.

Something about family devotions.
Fine time to start that, Kennedy said.
Thats what I said, DJ concurred.
Boys, get in here now, Rosalind said sharply. Your father is waiting to start. Your
sisters beat you to the table again.
When the boys nonchalantly took their seats, Dwight was sitting at the head of the
table with his Bible open in front of him. Rosalind had her Bible open as well.

Sorry. I didnt know we needed a Bible, DJ said. Ill just listen.

Is this all were having for breakfast? Cereal and fruit? Kennedy asked as he
surveyed the items on the table.

You wont have anything to eat if you dont be quiet so we can get going with the
devotions, Rosalind said. You both took too long to get in here. Weve already
wasted ten minutes.
We wont have any time left if you dont stop the talking, Dwight said.
Rosalind glared at him but fell silent.

Children, since this is our first day, Ill just read some verses and then well pray.
Then you can eat, that is if the school bus doesnt come. You can bring in your Bibles
tomorrow.

You mean we have to do this again tomorrow? DJ asked.

Yes, DJ. Every morning. Were starting our daily family devotions today, Dwight
said.

Isnt it a little late for that, Dad? DJ asked.

Yeah. Shouldnt we have been doing this all along? Kennedy said. Besides, Im
ready to eat. The school bus should be coming soon.

No Bible, no breakfast, Rosalind said. Now you both be quiet! Go on, Dwight.
Rachel, wake up! Show God some respect, child.

Im just so sleepy, Rachel moaned.

This is going to be a trip, DJ muttered tapping his fingers on the table.
DJ, cut that out! Rosalind shouted.
Turn to the book of First John, Dwight intoned.
Dad, we cant turn anywhere. We dont have our Bibles, Kennedy said.
Listen then, Dwight said trying not to show his frustration. Beloved, he bellowed,
Let us love one another: for love is of God and

Excuse me, Dad. But can we eat while we listen? Kennedy asked. The bus will be
here soon. That way we wont risk going to school on an empty stomach.

Rosalind, pour them their cereal while I continue the reading, Dwight said.
Dwight! Rosalind started to protest.
Just do it! Dwight continued reading amidst the crunching of cereal and the slurping
of milk and juice.

Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of God and everyone that loveth is born
of God and knoweth God.
DJ reached across the table and helped himself to an apple from the fruit basket. He
bit into it.
Crunch!
Kennedy took a long slurp of his milk off his spoon.
Jessica turned her bowl to her mouth and drank down the last of her milk swishing
the last mouthful in her mouth before swallowing it.
Burp!
Rachel rolled her eyes at her siblings antics.

Children, thats enough! Rosalind said. Now I know you all know how to eat
properly and quietly while you listen. And you say, Excuse me when you burp. Dont
you know that, Kennedy?

Excuse me, DJ said pushing away from the table. I hear the school bus. Bye,
Mom. Bye, Dad.

Wait for me, his siblings said as Rosalind stood up, fuming.
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Leaning back in her chair, Rosalind threw her hands up in the air as she watched the
four children hurry out the door.

Have a good day, Dwight shouted after them.

They did not even have the decency to close the door behind them, Rosalind said
as the screen door slammed shut.

I did not even get to pray with them, Dwight said.

Rosalind let out a long sigh.

What now? Dwight asked looking up at her.

This is going to be harder than I thought, she said.
Kennedy may be right. Or was it DJ when he said we should have been doing this
all along? Dwight admitted.

They are just being rebellious children, Rosalind said. Ill get them up earlier
tomorrow.

And have them falling asleep while Im reading? Dwight asked. On top of that,
think back to how crappy your attitude, spirit, and behavior is when you dont get your
sleep.

Dwight, were talking about the children, not me.

No. Were talking about all of us as in family. Family devotions, Dwight said.
Ill just make sure they go to bed earlier, Rosalind said.
Are you forgetting youll be at your job when its time for them to go to bed? Dwight
reminded her.

Then I expect you to make sure they get in the bed at least half an hour earlier,
Rosalind said cocking her head to the side.

No telling what they will find to do under the cover of darkness, Dwight chuckled. I
remember taking a flashlight with me under the covers many nights thinking I was
fooling my parents. But one good thing did come out of our first day of devotions.

Whats that? Rosalind asked.

It gave me the verse to preach from on Sunday. Beloved, let us love one another.
Is that alright?
Humph! Rosalind said as she stood to clear the table of the dirty dishes.
Hold on. Dont move so fast. The priest of the home has to eat also. It would be nice
if youd toast me some bread with butter and a couple of sausage patties to go with
my cereal and a tall glass of orange juice. Im a big man. I cant survive on just
cereal.
Rosalind rolled her eyes, but got up to cook the food.

When DJ came in from football practice that evening his siblings had already eaten
and were in their rooms. Dwight had fallen asleep in front of the television after
eating some Lorna Doone shortbread cookies.

Evening, Dad, DJ said nudging him on the shoulder.

Hey, DJ. How was practice?
Just great, Dad. Are we going to have devotions again in the morning? DJ asked.
Yes. Why?
Just asking.
Dwight looked at DJ for a while. Well, your foods in the oven.

Thanks, Dad. DJ went into the kitchen and took his plate with chicken, yellow rice,
green beans, and rolls out of the oven.

Youre welcome, Dwight said. Eat up and get in the bed early so youll be ready for
family devotions tomorrow morning.

Okay, Dad. Good night.

When DJ got to his room he reached over to turn his television on and was surprised
to see it was not in its place. He went to check with his dad.

Dad, did you move my television out of my room? he asked.

No. Check with Kennedy. He may have borrowed it. He told me his was missing. Let
me know whats going on.

No. I do not have your television, Kennedy said. Mines missing as well. Dont
bother to ask Rachel or Jessica. They claim their dolls and a set of books are
missing. Dad checked all over the house and we couldnt find them. He says theres
no sign of a break-in, but hell file a report at the police station tomorrow.
DJ thought it through. Did anyone call Mom about it?

I know I didnt, Kennedy said. And I dont think Rachel or Jessica did either.
DJ walked into the kitchen where he used the phone to call his mother.

Well, well. Its a surprise hearing from you. Whats the matter? Rosalind said.
My television is missing. So is Kennedys. Rachels set of books is missing and so
are Jessicas dolls. Do you know what happened to them? DJ asked.
Rosalind chuckled. They are in the trunk of my car. I took them with me so you all
can go to bed early and be ready for our second day of family devotions in the
morning.

That figures, DJ muttered. Thanks for letting me know. Ill tell the others.
Youre more than welcome. Have a great night of sleep, and Ill see you bright and
early in the morning, Rosalind said.
 Chapter 23

The following morning the children trudged to the dining table with displeased looks
on their faces. About seven minutes into the Bible reading a car horn sounded
outside.

Thats Speedys father. I forgot to tell you, DJ said, getting up quickly from the
table. Grabbing an apple from the fruit basket, he picked up his book bag that was on
the floor next to his chair. Coach Floyd is having morning practice as well. Speedys
father said he would pick me up.

What! Rosalind said. Why didnt you tell me this last night when you called?
I didnt think to, DJ said. Just like you forgot to tell us you took our televisions.
Wait for me, Kennedy said. He grabbed his book bag and an apple, and hurried out
the door behind his brother.

Thats not fair! Rachel said. If they cant stay for devotions, Im not staying. With
that said, she hurried to her room.

Me, neither, Jessica said, following her sister.

Dwight and Rosalind looked at each other aghast.

Anymore of your great ideas? Dwight said.

Rosalind blew and rolled her eyes.
*****
With football practice every evening and most Saturdays, DJ started to use that as
an excuse not to sing in the youth choir because he was not able to make it to choir
rehearsals.

Mom, I cant sing if I dont practice. Ill mess the songs up. Even Coach Floyd says
we cannot play effectively if we dont practice, DJ told his mother when she brought
up the choir issue.

Were not talking football here. Were talking about you missing choir rehearsals
and not wanting to sing in the choir as unto the Lord. That is the least you can do for
God, Rosalind said.

Mom, I cant sing, and besides, I do not want to sing in the choir. Ill sing from my
cozy spot in the back pew where I can watch the girls swaying their hips from side to
side, DJ said lowering his voice.
Speak up. I didnt hear the last thing you said, Rosalind said.
Kennedy and Rachel chuckled.

What did he just say? Rosalind asked.

Dont ask me. Ask him, Kennedy said.
He said something about girls and their hips, Rachel blurted out.
Nobody was talking to you. And since you didnt hear exactly what I said you just
need to be quiet, DJ said.

You both need to be quiet before I tell Dad you were arguing, Jessica said.
Exactly what did you say? Rosalind demanded. And if you dont tell me, Ill go talk
with Coach Floyd myself today.

I said Id rather sit in the back pew than sing in the choir swaying my hips like a girl,
DJ said.

Thats not what I heard, Rachel said.

Oh, be quiet, Rachel, before Mom stops you from joining the cheer squad, DJ said.
Dad wouldnt let her do that, Rachel said.
Oh, he wouldnt? Rosalind said. Why dont you try me and see. Keep that little
attitude of yours and well just see about that.
Rachel fell silent.

As I was saying, Rosalind said turning her attention back to DJ, if I dont see you
in that choir this coming Sunday, Ill be talking with Coach Floyd on Monday. Look me
in my eyes and see if Im playing. And I want you at the church this Saturday for choir
rehearsal. Football practice does not take all day. You cant fool me, boy. Youre out
there goofing off with your friends. End of discussion.

Yes, maam, DJ said.

What are you going to do? Kennedy asked his brother when they were out of their
mothers presence.

I can sing in the choir this one Sunday, DJ said.

You know Moms not talking about this Sunday only, Kennedy said.
Im going to talk to Dad, DJ said.
Good luck on that. You know Mom calls the shots in here.
That evening, DJ expressed his feelings to his father. Surely Gods not going to hold
it against me if I dont sing in Moms choir, DJ said.

Moms choir? Dwight questioned.

Well, shes acting as though its her choir, DJ said.
Dwight smiled. DJ, with your mother, sometimes its best to just let her have what
she wants.

But, Dad, thats not fair to the rest of us, DJ said.

Son, I do it to keep the peace. If your mother isnt happy nobody else is going to be
happy.

Thats not real peace, Dad. And wanting your own way is not real happiness. Just
because Mom isnt happy about something does not mean everyone else cant be
happy. Shes holding us hostage, DJ said.

Well, it stops the arguing, Dwight said.

No, Dad. It stops Mom from arguing, but leaves the rest of us feeling frustrated.
Thats not fair to us.
Dwight knew DJ was right, but he said, DJ, just go ahead and sing in the choir. It
wont hurt to do so. Will it?
 Chapter 24

When Sunday morning arrived, DJ was in the back row of the choir, not singing with
all his might and definitely not making a joyful noise.
This is ridiculous. Sitting here with all these people staring at you with fake grins on
their faces. I cant even go to sleep like I want to, DJ thought. He started to slouch in
his seat but quickly sat up when he caught his mother eying him with raised
eyebrows and a warning look.
Yes, maam, Ill sit up straight and sing to my hearts content, he thought as he eked
out a smile. He shifted his gaze to the young ladies standing in the first two rows of
the choir. Sway those hips, Jennifer. You, too, Lenora. What a view! I guess its not
so bad singing in the choir after all.
The congregants called for an encore.
You can have all the encores you want, DJ thought as he shifted his eyes from one
set of hips to the other. Too bad it must come to an end, he thought as his father
stood before the microphone to preach.
Because they had a packed house, the choir members remained in the choir loft. DJ
occupied his mind observing the folks sitting in the pews.
You folks are riding on emotionalism. This is all chaos and confusion, he thought as
one gentleman started to shout before Bishop Jacobs even finished reading the
Scripture verses. The gentleman tried to run down the aisle between the folding
chairs that had been placed down the middle aisle to accommodate the crowd.

Im a runnin for my Lord! the gentleman kept shouting. I got my runnin shoes on
cause Im a runnin for my Lord.
If I were you, Id be a runnin out the door, DJ thought.
One heavy-set woman started to hop in place with her head bobbing up and down
shouting out the Name of Jesus. The crowd urged her on. Three women dressed in
white suits and white gloves surrounded her with outstretched arms. DJ looked
across at his brother who was vigorously striking the drums. The other musicians
were playing with all their might.
DJ looked on with amusement as the woman fell out on the floor. The women in
white had to call two of the ushers to carry her to one of the classrooms. DJ tried not
to smile as they seemed to be struggling with the heavy-set woman. I sure would not
want your job, he thought.
Rosalind took the microphone from the Bishop as she was increasingly doing each
Sunday to give her word from the Lord.
Oh, boy, DJ thought as he watched his mother march across the podium,
encouraging the congregants to make a joyful noise unto the Lord. This is what
prolongs the church service. Talking all that fluff that we can all do without. Why cant
she be quiet and let Dad preach his thirty minute sermon and let us all get out of
here?
He breathed a sigh of relief at the last Amen and started to make his way out of the
choir box, but was intercepted by Jennifer.

Hey, DJ. Its good to have you singing with us again, Jennifer said.
Its good to be back, DJ said.
Why are you in such a hurry?
Ive got stuff to do, DJ said. Ill see you at school tomorrow. He sidled through the
crowd as quickly as he could and joined up with some of his friends outside. They
took off for the basketball court. After about an hour of playing, he said good bye to
his friends and headed home.
Oh, man! I cant believe you people are still here, DJ moaned as he walked up the
driveway of his house. The front door was wide open and he could hear laughter and
talking coming from inside. He tried the side door and the back door. Both were
locked. I guess I have no choice but to use the front door.

Good evening. Good evening, he said as he made his way to the kitchen hoping
there was still some food left for him.

Hey, DJ, some church folk greeted him.

Where have you been? Rosalind asked entering the kitchen behind him.
I went to play basketball, DJ replied opening the refrigerator to get a can of coke.
I told you you cannot just take off without letting us know where youre going, and
especially when we have guests.

I can take care of myself. Wheres the food?

Rosalind fixed his plate while fussing at him the whole time. I dont know what it is
with you, boy. You have no respect at all. You still think you can come and go as you
please and think you can just walk in and demand food which you did not even help
to bring in.
Mildred Magan walked in with some dirty plates which she set in the sink.

Hey, DJ. I didnt know you were here, she said.

Thats because he was out playing basketball when he knew I wanted him home,
especially since we have guests, Rosalind said handing DJ his plate. Now go sit in
the dining room. No, you cannot eat in your room. Thats the punishment you get.
And dont say another word.
DJ looked towards Mildred, but Mildred shrugged her shoulders. He took his plate
and pulled up a chair against the wall next to the hallway planning on making his exit
as soon as he could. He listened to the others talking.

I tell you what, Deacon Saunders was saying, my arms are still hurting from lifting
up Sister Dinah to take her to the back. She must weigh over two hundred and fifty
pounds. She was stretched out as stiff as a board. And guess what? I tried to take
her purse out of her hands to give it to one of the mothers, but that woman gripped
that purse so tight, I began to wonder if she was truly slain.
She was probably faking it like most of you do, DJ thought.

Some of these women just want us men to lift them up, Deacon Mullins said
laughing. I thought my knees were going to buckle under me. No offense, but some
of these church members need to push away from the table.

Some dont need to go to the table at all, Deacon Saunders said as they laughed.
Look whos talking, DJ thought as he observed Deacon Saunders bulging stomach.
 Chapter 25

Shortly after his sixteenth birthday, DJ came in from football practice to find his father
sitting in his usual spot in front of the television munching on Lorna Doone
shortbread cookies. Jessica and Rachel were watching TV with him.

Hi, Dad, DJ said.

Shes good. Isnt she? Dwight said pointing to the television where Lena Horne was
performing. Hi, DJ. How was practice?

Great. Dad, may I please borrow your car?

You want to borrow my car? Dwight said looking around at DJ. Tell me, when did
you learn how to drive?

Ive known how to drive for a few months now, DJ said proudly.
Oh, you have? And might I ask when and how you learned to drive?
Cousin Ellas been teaching me after school.
Dwight looked at DJ askance. I got to see this, he said easing up out of his chair.
Go get my keys off the dresser.

Dad, can we come too? Rachel asked.

No. You two just stay here and finish watching my girl Lena, and tell me how she
does. Plus, it might be too dangerous for you, Dwight said smiling at DJ.
DJ smirked.

Why didnt you ask me to show you how to drive? Dwight said as DJ handed him
his keys.

I wanted to, but you would have said I was too young, DJ said.
Ella should have said the same. Well, whats done is done. Lets see if you can
handle a car like a man, Dwight said slapping DJ on the shoulder.

Im impressed, Dwight said ten minutes later as DJ skillfully backed the car into the
driveway. You handled it well. Now the question is: Do you have your license?
DJ reached into his pocket and proudly pulled out his license.

Well, Ill be. You certainly have yourself together, Dwight said.
I couldnt have done it without Cousin Ellas help, DJ said.
You know, teaching you how to drive is something I wanted to do, Dwight said.
Dad, I didnt want you to have to take time away from the church folks. I know they
keep you busy.

Not so busy I cant help my children. And dont you forget that, Dwight said. Youre
very motivated, son, and I like to see that in a young man. Now where do you plan on
going with my car?

Oh, Im just going to drive to the corner store and pick up a six-pack of soda and, of
course, get you some more Lorna Doone cookies, DJ said.
Dwight chuckled. Yeah, right. Just be back within the hour because it will be getting
dark by then. And heres some money because I know you dont have any.

Thanks, Dad, DJ said.

*****

Yes, he handled that car like a real man, Dwight bragged to Rosalind when she got
home later that night. Arent you proud of him?

My question is: Why did he have to go to Ella? Why couldnt he have come to us?
Rosalind said.

You dont sound too happy nor do you look happy about it, Dwight said.
Just kind of tired, I guess, Rosalind said. Good night.

The following day, the family had their usual chaotic morning with Dwight and the
children pulling together their own breakfast.

Wheres Mom? I thought shed have something ready since she doesnt have to go
in until later, Kennedy said.

Shes sleeping in again. This is the second morning in a row, Rachel said. Want
me to fry you an egg? I just fried one for Jessica.

And its good too, Jessica said biting into her egg sandwich.
Mom needs to quit her job. People need to eat around here, Kennedy mumbled.
Wheres Dad?
Hes getting ready. We decided to surprise him, so were fixing breakfast. Do you
want a fried egg sandwich? Rachel said.

Yeah, I guess so, Kennedy said reaching into the cabinet for the box of cereal.
You cant have both, Jessica said.
Says who? Kennedy replied.
You cant have both of what? DJ said walking into the kitchen with a book bag
slung over his shoulder.

Cereal and an egg sandwich, Rachel said. Want me to fix you an egg sandwich?
You must be crazy. I dont want you cooking anything for me, DJ said. He grabbed
the box of cereal from Kennedy and poured himself a glass of orange juice. Bye. Tell
Dad Ill be waiting outside for Speedys father.

Dads right here, Dwight said hurrying into the kitchen. Dont you have time for my
famous crackling pancakes? It will go well with the fried egg.
I dont want that mess, DJ thought. No, thanks, Dad. Kennedy, are you riding with us
this morning?

No. Ill ride the bus cause I want me some breakfast, Kennedy said biting into his
egg sandwich. This tastes good. You ought to have one, DJ.

Enjoy it cause I wont be doing this everyday, Rachel said.

You wont have to if Mom would do her job, Kennedy muttered.
Dont you worry. In addition to modeling, Ill be going to cooking school, so Ill cook
you all the tasty food you want, Jessica said.

Thank God youre not following me into cheerleading, Rachel sighed.

Children eat up. The bus will be here any minute, Dwight said.
Dad, can you take us to school this morning? Jessica asked. Please.
Sure, Dwight said. In that case, take your time and eat then.
 Chapter 26

After dropping Kennedy, Rachel, and Jessica off at school, Dwight returned home to
find Rosalind sitting around the dining room table sipping coffee and nibbling on
buttered toast.

I was wondering what happened to you, Rosalind said.

And I was wondering whose car that is parked in my driveway, Dwight said.
Oh, that, Rosalind said fanning her hand. Out with the old; in with the new.
What? Dwight said.
Rosalind grinned. Thats my new car.

What? Dwight said again.

Are you deaf? I just said thats my new car parked in the driveway.
I heard you the first time. But I was hoping I heard you wrong, Dwight said. I dont
recall us discussing you getting a new car. Wheres your old car anyway? And how
much did you pay for this one?

There you go again worried about how much things cost, Rosalind said. Its not
entirely new. Its about a year old and I didnt straight out buy it. I traded in my old car
for it.

Trade. Buy. Its all the same. What kind of payments are we talking about?
Dwight, dont worry about it. I made a huge down payment along with the cost of
trading in the old car, so that has lowered my payments. My job at the Post Office
pays me well enough so Ill be able to handle it. Okay?

Rosalind, you are going to land us in the poor house for sure.
Dwight, like I said, its my car and its my money thats going to pay for it, so dont
you worry about anything, Rosalind said.

Thats not the main issue, Dwight said. Its the principle behind it. You cant just get
up and buy a car or anything that big without consulting me and without us both
agreeing on it.

I think youre overlooking that its my money thats going to pay for it, Rosalind said.
Youre damn right its your money thats going to pay for it, Dwight said. And I think
you are overlooking something too. You are disrespecting me as head of this house
when you go out and do things like that behind my back.

Really?
Yes, really. Lest you have forgotten, when we were back in Georgia you ran out
there renting a building to start a church when you didnt even have any members, let
alone money to make the monthly payments on the building. You twisted Deacon
Saunders arm to install a baptismal pool when the church didnt have that in its
budget almost running us into debt.

Its serving us well now, isnt it? Rosalind said cocking her head to the side.
Youre constantly out there buying this and buying that when we dont need this or
that. Youve given the girls this materialistic mindset. They are constantly whining for
new things. Frankly, Im getting sick of it.

Im just about getting sick of you and your no-go-get-it attitude. Its pitiful. Dont you
have any backbone at all?

If I were you, Dwight said pointing his finger at his wife, I would stop talking while
Im at it because your mouths going to get your behind in trouble.
Rosalind opened her mouth to respond back but thought better of it.

*****

When the children came in from school that evening, they were eager to find out
whose car was parked in the driveway when they were leaving that morning for
school.

Its your mothers, Dwight told them.

Wow! Rachel and Jessica said. I cant wait to ride in it.
Youd better hope she can make the payments on it, Dwight said.
Why is that, Dad? Kennedy asked.
Because she went and bought it on her own. I knew nothing about it, Dwight said.
Theres nothing wrong with getting a new car, Dad, DJ said.
No. Theres nothing wrong with getting a new car. Its how you go about it. Your
mother is going to drive us into the poor house if she keeps spending money like
that. I dont want you to become materialisticalways looking for something bigger
and better and more expensive. For what? To keep up with everybody else. I want
you to learn to be content with what God has blessed you with.

Thats all right with me, DJ said with a grin. I cant wait to spin those new wheels.
DJ stayed awake until his mother came in that night.

Hi, Mom, he said stepping into the hallway.

Hey, DJ. I cant believe youre still up. Is something the matter?
No. I just wanted to tell you I love your new car.
Thank you, DJ. And?
And?
Yes. And what else?
Did Dad ever tell you I got my license?
He sure did. I just wondered why you didnt ask us to teach you to drive, Rosalind
said.

Well, youre busy working. By the time I get in from school, youre gone to work. And
Dads busy with the church folks. I didnt want to be a bother, DJ said.

Why would my children be a bother, Rosalind said more to herself. Now, was there
anything else you wanted to say?

What do you mean? DJ asked.

Well, now that you have a license and dont have a car of your own, and now that I
have a new car and youve waited up until after twelve midnight, which you never did
before, you wanted to ask me
DJ chuckled. I would like to borrow your car. Please?
Rosalind smiled. Always remember Im your mother, and you cant pull the wool over
my eyes.

Okay, Mom, DJ said.

Rosalind turned and took a few steps towards her bedroom.

Well, Mom? The car? DJ said.

Well see, she said. Right now, go ahead on to bed. Im headed to bed, myself. I
am tired to the bones. Good night.
Ill be riding around in style now, DJ thought as he closed his bedroom door.
 Chapter 27

Rosalind was up early the following morning and had a hot breakfast ready by the
time the children got up. Dwight was up early as well to eat breakfast with the family
even though he felt he needed more sleep as he had been unusually busy the past
few days.

This is good, Jessica said. Im going to be a great cook just like you, Mom.
Thank you, Jessica, Rosalind said.
This is just what I need to energize me for practice, DJ said as he shoved a piece
of sausage into his mouth.

Mom, you ought to cook like this every morning, Kennedy said as he piled a
second serving onto his plate.

Mom, can you take us to school in your new car? Rachel asked. I just love it.
Sure. But Im only making one trip. If DJ wants me to drop him off for practice youll
all have to be ready to go when he goes, Rosalind said.

Ill call Speedy to let him know his dad does not have to pick me up this morning,
DJ said sliding out of his seat.

Goodbye, children, Dwight said when they got ready to leave for school. Im going
back to bed to get some extra sleep.

Mom, Kennedy said after Rosalind backed out of the driveway and they were on
their way to the school. Dad did not seem too pleased about you buying this car.

Your dads never pleased about anything special that I do for the family, Rosalind
said.
Youre one to talk, DJ thought as he remembered the countless out-of-the-blue family
drives his father would take them on and the negative attitude his mother would
display.

Hes always concerned with how much things cost. Hes so frugal. No, not frugal.
Cheap, Rosalind said.
The girls giggled.

Well, whats wrong with that? Kennedy asked. I know Im going to get me a job
that pays me big money and Im going to save every penny of it. I wont be hurting for
nothing.
Thats even worse than being poor, DJ said. Why make money if youre not going
to spend it?

Im going to buy a bunch of fashionable clothes with my money, Rachel said.

Me, too, Jessica said.
Cant you think for yourself? Rachel said to her sister.
I just did, Jessica said.
As I was saying, you kids get good paying jobs so you dont have to scrimp and
watch every penny, Rosalind said.

I thought the church paid Dad enough? DJ said. Ive never heard him complain
about not having enough money.

Yes. It pays him enough. But I want to make my own money so I wont have to
answer to any man, Rosalind said. That way I can do with it what I want. And if you
girls get married, you get your own job and make your own money and spend it the
way you want to spend it, and that way, you wont have to be tethered to any man.

Why did you get married then? Rachel asked.

Thats what Im wondering, DJ thought.

Thats beyond the point, Rosalind said. And just in case youre thinking I cant do
without your father then youd better think again. I can do very well without him. In
fact, you children and I can make it without him.
Oh, boy. Here we go again, DJ thought.

Well, here we are. You all have a good day. I wont be picking you up after school
now, so make sure you take the bus home, Rosalind said.

Okay, Mom. Thanks. Good bye.

 Chapter 28

Dwight looked out the front door for the third time.

Have any of you seen or heard from DJ? he asked the rest of the children.
No, Dad, the girls said.
What about you, Kennedy? Wasnt he on the school bus? Dwight asked. He went
to early practice this morning so he had to have been on the bus coming home.

I dont remember seeing him, Kennedy said.

Where could that boy be at this hour? Dwight said reaching for his keys that were
on the side table. Im going to ride through the neighborhood to see if I can find him.
You children want to come?

Well stay here in case he turns up, Rachel said.

Ill ride with you, Dad, Kennedy said.
Dwight backed out of the driveway and drove slowly up the street heading toward the
school.

Can you remember him saying anything about doing something after school
maybe some after-school event or maybe something with the football team? They
didnt go somewhere to play and he forgot to tell us, did he? Dwight asked.

No. Nothing that I know of, Kennedy said. I know hes been talking about getting a
job lately. Who knows. He may have gotten one.

You may be right. I vaguely recall him saying something about getting a job back
when he got his license, but I didnt take him seriously, Dwight said.

Well, you know him. Hell get up and do things and let you know about it
afterwards.

Where do you think he may have gotten a job?

Beats me. Probably at Burger King or at the donut shop where he likes to hang out
everyday before and after school, Kennedy said.
Dwight drove by the donut shop. DJ was not there. He drove by McDonalds, Burger
King, and Wendys, but he was not at any of those places either.

I just hope nothing has happened to him, he said as he pulled up into the grocery
store parking lot. Let me check in here. As Dwight and Kennedy walked down each
aisle greetings of Good evening, Bishop Jacobs, Great preaching on Sunday,
Bishop, Hows first lady Rosalind doing? met him.

Love is what it is all about, Dwight said to Kennedy. Loving people is what will
make or break your relationship with them.
After inquiring about DJs whereabouts with some of the baggers, Dwight and
Kennedy left the store.

You could try Sonic, Dad, Kennedy suggested.

He and Kennedy walked into Sonic and were about to ask for the manager when
they spied DJ in the back wearing a Sonic cap and shirt. A smile crossed Dwights
lips as he watched his son. Thats my boy. Working like a man, he thought proudly.
After a few minutes he asked one of the workers to let DJ know he was there.

Hey, Dad, DJ greeted his father with a grin.

Son, I know I should be mad with you for not telling me you got a job, but Ill leave it
alone. Im just glad youre all right.

Sorry, Dad. But I just started today. I put in the application three weeks ago. They
hired me yesterday and wanted me to start today, DJ said.

You could have called me at the house or at the church, Dwight said. That would
have prevented needless worrying.

Sorry, Dad. I didnt think to, DJ said.

What time are you getting off?
At nine-thirty. Ill be working from four to nine-thirty Monday thru Friday and from
four to ten on Saturdays.

Well, its almost nine-thirty. Well just wait for you in the car, Dwight said as he
greeted some of the customers and employees.
***

Yes, you should have seen him, Dwight said to Rosalind when she got in later that
night. Hes carrying himself like a man and taking on responsibilities. Went and
learned how to drive. Went and got him his license. Went and got him a job.

He did all that behind our backs, Rosalind said.

I really want to say Like mother, like son, but his is not sinister like yours, Dwight
said. Hes just independent and likes to get up and go. He has that get-it-done
mentality. He likes to see results before he lets us in on what hes doing. Im cool
with that as long as its nothing bad.
He certainly didnt get that mentality from you, Rosalind said.
Dwight sighed. Cant you be happy for our son? Hes growing up as are all the
children. You cant keep hanging on to them. We have to accept that.

Well, hes still at that age where he needs to let us know what hes doing, Rosalind
said.

I tell you the truth. You just cant be happy about anything you dont have a say in,
can you? Dwight said.
***

I heard you got a job, Rosalind said to DJ the following morning while they were at
the breakfast table. How are you going to juggle going to school all day, football
practice, then putting in five or so hours each day at Sonic, plus church activities?

Ill manage, DJ said.

If you had told me you were interested in getting a job I could have gotten you one
at the Post Office. They are always looking for people to work in the mail room,
Rosalind said.
So you can watch me and control me, DJ thought.

You could work less hours and the pays even better, Rosalind continued.
Ill think about it, DJ said. I think I hear the school bus.
 Chapter 29

So youre big time now, Speedy said to DJ as they rode the bus to school. Done
gone and got you a job making your own money. What are you going to do next? Get
you a car?

Yep. Thats my plan, DJ said. That way I can come and go as I please and I do not
have to wait to borrow somebody elses car.

Do you know how long youd have to work to save up enough to buy a car, Speedy
said. My parents are still paying on the two cars they have had for the past two
years and both of them are working.

Well, you the Bishops son. You shouldnt have to work to get a car. The church
should buy you a car or anything else you need, Slow Poke Pete said.

Thats right. Dont Bishop Jacobs make enough money? Ryan said.
To live in a big house like that hed better be getting paid big money from the
church, Speedy said. He then laughed. I dont know why you even got a job at
Sonic. You ought to be sitting at your fathers feet receiving instruction on how to be
a preacher.

Over my dead body, DJ said.

Over your live body, Speedy said laughing even more. Youre going to be a
preacher like your father.

Says who? DJ said taking on a more serious tone.

Says me. I see it in the stars. I read it in the horoscope this morning, Speedy said
waving his hands while chanting: Fellow students, meet the next bishop of Love and
Peace Holiness Church, Bishop Dwight Jacobs Jr., known to his classmates as DJ.

Cut that out, Speedy, DJ said.

He is the spitting image of his father. He cannot deny it. No one can deny it. And I,
Speedy Mitchell, predicts it.

Cut it out, man, DJ said.

We gonna start calling you Young Bishop Jacobs, Slow Poke Pete said
Young Bishop Jacobs. Young Bishop Jacobs, Speedy chanted.
Slow Poke Pete and Ryan picked up the chant as did a few others who had
overheard their conversation.
Over my dead body! DJ shouted. Ill tell you what my life job will be: Ill be driving
the bus to hell!

Whoa! Thats bad, Speedy said as the chanting subsided.

DJ settled back in his seat. So how do you like me now, he thought. There is no way
Im going to be identified with Dwight Kensington Jacobs, Bishop of Love and Peace
Apostolic Holiness Church.
***
DJ found favor in the eyes of his manager within a few months. When the manager
had to make a quick errand run, he would ask DJ to oversee things at the restaurant.
He even allowed DJ to use his car to pick up items from the grocery every now and
then or to drive to the other Sonic across town to make sure things were running
well.
Dwight came in late one evening to the sound of loud music and laughter coming
from DJs room. He pushed the door open to see DJ reclining on his bed with his
eyes glued to the television which was turned up louder than necessary.
Accompanying the noise from the television was a small stereo on which an LP was
playing music. He reached over and turned the stereo off, then the television.

Are you trying to go deaf? And do you know what time it is? he said.
Hey, Dad, DJ said.
You know I do not want that loud music in here. And certainly not that type of music.
How in the world can you watch television and listen to whatever it is you were
listening to at the same time?

Theres an art to it, DJ said with a grin.

Dwight shook his head from side to side. Be considerate of your siblings and the
neighbors. Im sure you are disturbing them. And Id like some peace and quiet now
that I am home.

Okay, Dad. Ill keep it quiet.

My generation did not play all this loud unintelligent music when we were your age.
The loudest we got was making a joyful noise unto the Lord in church on Sunday
mornings, Dwight said. Thats why I still have my hearing.
My generation cannot understand all that loud confusing noise you all make in the
church every Sunday, DJ thought of saying. He chuckled instead. Okay, Dad. I need
to be going to bed anyway. Hey, Dad, may I please use your car tomorrow?

Dont you have to work tomorrow after school?

Well, I was thinking I could use it to drive myself to work and back. That way you
wont have to get up out of your easy chair and come pick me up. Im sure you would
rather rest after putting in a hard days work taking care of the church folks.

Well see.
Cousin Ella let me . . .
Finish your statement, Dwight said.
Cousin Ellas been letting me use her car some Saturdays, DJ said.
How long were you planning on keeping that a secret?
I wasnt trying to hide it. She kind of made the offer so I accepted it, DJ said.
I really dont like you driving someone elses car. But well see about you using
mine, Dwight said.
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Saturday morning rolled around. DJ returned home from early morning football
practice to shower and then to take off for work. Rosalind would be leaving shortly to
work at the Post Office.

Mom, may I please borrow your car to drive myself to work? DJ asked.
And how am I supposed to get to work? Rosalind asked.
I can drop you off and come pick you up when you get off. I dont mind doing it, DJ
said.

Im sure you dont. But I mind you using my car. No, DJ, you cannot borrow my car.
All Im going to do is drive it straight to work and back home, DJ said.
And just where do you plan on taking my car between the two hours span when you
leave Sonic at ten oclock and you come and pick me up?
DJ tried not to smile.

Like I keep telling you, you have to wake up way before daybreak to pull a wool
over my eyes, Rosalind said. Im not going to let you drive around doing who-
knows-what with your friends in my new car. Ask your father can you use his old
clunker.

Dads sleeping, Rachel who had been helping Rosalind prepare their dinner meal
said.

Ill go see for myself, DJ said. He wont mind me waking him up.
What did he say? Rachel asked when DJ returned to the kitchen.
I didnt wake him up. He needs his sleep, DJ said. Mom, do you think you
could . . . you know?

Well see, Rosalind said.

Could you what? Rachel asked.
What are you all talking about? Jessica said walking into the kitchen with pink
cheeks and red lipstick on trying to balance herself in her mothers stilettos.

Have you been messing with Moms make-up again? Rachel said.
Dont I look pretty? Jessica said striking a pose with her hands on her hips and
batting her eyes.
Didnt I tell you not to mess with my make-up! Go get my shoes off before you break
the heels. Those shoes cost a lot of money, Rosalind said.

But, Mom. I want to be like you just for today, Jessica said. Please.
And I want to tear your behind up just for today if you dont do as I told you,
Rosalind said.

Mom, have you forgotten about me? DJ said.

No, I havent. What time do you have to be in?
I need to be leaving now, DJ said.
I thought you had to be in at four. Its just a little after two, Rachel said.
You know something, Rachel? You are just too nosy. Take care of your business
and Ill take care of mine, DJ said. Have you heard of longer hours?

Ive heard of made-up longer hours, Rachel said. Mom, everything is done. Ill
wash the rest of the dishes. May I please go over to my friends house?

Who will watch Jessica? Rosalind said.

Dads here. So is Kennedy, Rachel said.
Kennedys not here. I just came out of his room, Jessica said walking in with
Kennedys cap on her head and his drumsticks in her hands.

Where could that boy have gone without letting me know? Rosalind said. And you
go put his things back in his room. You already know how he is about you all
touching his things without him knowing.

Mom, this is why I cant watch her. Shes always messing with something thats not
hers, Rachel said. Shes a handful.

I dont need you to watch me, Jessica said striking a pose. Ill be too busy
modeling before the mirror.

So can I still go to my friends house? Rachel asked.

No. I want you to stay here and keep an eye on your sister, Rosalind said.
But, Mom, I dont ever get to go anywhere. Im always stuck watching her. I wish I
did not have a sister, Rachel said.

And I wish I did not have a sister named Rachel, Jessica said sticking her tongue
out at her sister.
Rachel and Jessica, shut it up now! Rosalind said. You both go sit on the couch. I
have to get out of here or Im going to be late for work.
Rosalind tossed the kitchen towel on the counter.

You always mess up my plans, Rachel said to her sister.

Thats what little sisters are supposed to do, Jessica said.
Enough! Rosalind said as she marched off to her room.
Mom, have you forgotten me? DJ said.
Rosalind returned with her husbands car keys and tossed them at DJ.

Just be careful, she said.

Dad didnt say you could take his car, Rachel said.
Mom did. Watch your sister and I may bring you back a Sonic burger, DJ said as
he hurried out the door.

Im going to tell, Rachel shouted after him.

Me, too, Jessica yelled.
Cant you think for yourself? Rachel said pushing her sister away. Get from under
my arms. Theres enough space on the couch for you not to touch me.
Rosalind came hurrying into the living room. It would really help me if you both stop
bickering right before I have to go to work. It slows everything down. I want no
arguing while I am gone. And be quiet so your father can rest.
Rosalind hurried out the front door.
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Rachel and Jessica sat quietly for a few minutes.
I'm hungry, Jessica said. Can we eat now?
No. That food is for later. You can make yourself a sandwich and, while you're at it,
make me one too, Rachel said.
Okay.
Make it quick so we can go over to Seneca's house, Rachel said.
Mom said you can't go over there because you have to watch me, Jessica said.
We are going over to Seneca's house. Now, if you still want a sandwich, and if you
want to model all evening with some of Mom's make-up on and maybe one of her
dresses and a fancy hairdo, and if you don't want me to clobber you over the head,
then you'll be quiet about it, meaning, you won't say a word to Mom, Rachel said.
What if Dad wakes up while we are gone?
Dad's cool about things. Plus, he won't go squeaking to Mom like you will. Now what
will it be?
I won't tell, Jessica said. I'll go make the sandwiches.
I'll help you so we can get it done quickly, Rachel said.
When Dwight awakened, the house was completely silent. He had already met with
the deacons for the men's early morning prayer breakfast and had visited some of
the church members, so he welcomed the extra rest. After helping himself to the
already prepared dinner he planned to make a few more visits.
That's strange, he thought as he searched for his keys. I'm certain I left them here in
the dresser drawer when I got home earlier. He looked on the side table next to his
easy chair, and ran his hand along the side of the cushion in the chair. Maybe I left
them in the car, he thought, opening the front door.
What the heck! Where is my car? he said. Rosalinds car wasnt there either, so he
assumed she couldnt have taken it anywhere.
Hello. Newhope Post Office. Rosalind Jacobs speaking. How may I help you?
Rosalind, did you see my car when you left for work? I went outside and it was
gone.
Oh, I gave DJ permission to use it to drive himself to work, Rosalind said.
You did what?
I said I gave--
You don't have to repeat. I heard you the first time. You can't just up and give my
sixteen-year-old son permission to use my car without my knowledge. Why couldn't
you have given him your car?
Then how would I get to work? Rosalind said.
How am I supposed to get out to the church and do my studying and finish visiting
the members?
You can study at the house. I'm sure it's quiet enough. And you already visited some
of the members. Just make a quick phone call to those you plan on visiting. I'm sure
they'll understand. You can only do so much, Rosalind said.
I tell you the truth. It's the principle behind the whole thing. You don't do that, Dwight
said. You're teaching the children not only to disrespect me but to also do things
behind my back. You could have awakened me and asked,
Well, he said something about extended hours, so I guess he had to go in earlier
than his regular schedule, Rosalind said.
Yeah, right. Next time you let him use your car.
We'll work it out, Rosalind said. Maybe it's time to look into getting another car
you know, one that DJ can use when he needs to. Maybe the church can buy you
one. Think about it. Now, is there anything else you want to talk about?
No. Just don't do that again, Dwight said.
Were family. Bye.
It was after eleven when DJ returned home. Dwight was sitting in his chair in front of
the television with his Lorna Doone cookies in his lap. Where have you been? I
expected you over two hours ago, he said as DJ tried to slip in quietly.
Well, after I got off, me and my friends went riding around town.
And what kind of trouble did you get into?
We didn't get into any trouble, Dad. We just drove around town. You know how you
would take us for a Sunday evening drives when we were younger, DJ said.
Something like that.
Dwight looked at DJ. Son, I don't mind you using my car every now and then. But
you cannot use it without my permission.
Mom gave me permission. She gave me the keys too. Plus, you were asleep, DJ
said.
I already told you you can wake me up for anything. You won't be disturbing me at
all.
Okay, Dad. Sorry, DJ said.
It's not your fault. I blame your mother. Did you ask her if you could use her car?
Yes, but she said no.
Oh, she did, Dwight said thoughtfully while nodding his head. Well, go and get
some sleep. We have a busy Lord's Day tomorrow.
As usual, DJ thought. Good night, Dad.
Good night, DJ, Dwight said extending his hand. My keys, please.
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Dwight received a phone call around six on Sunday morning.
Rev. Dorsett! It's been a while since I heard from you, Dwight exclaimed. For you
to call me this early, it must be something super important.
Not really. I was on my way back from a meeting in Louisiana and will be passing
through your neck of the woods. I plan on joining you and your congregation in
worship this morning, and was hoping we could fellowship a little while afterwards.
You are always welcome to worship with us, Dwight said. We look forward to
having you, and you could possibly share a word from the Lord with us. Will your wife
be with you?
No. Not this time. I had to leave her and the children behind on this trip.
We'll be looking forward to seeing you then, Dwight said.
Who was that? Rosalind asked after Dwight hung up the phone.
You heard the conversation? Acting like you're sleeping, Dwight said. That was
Rev. Dorsett. He may stop by and worship with us later this morning.
Oh.
I hope that is all you have to say while he's here, Dwight said.
Rosalind sighed. If you still think there is something going on between us, why did
you invite him to worship with us?
I did not invite him. He said he was passing through. Plus, I don't have a problem
with Dorsett. We have been long-time friends. My problem is with you as my wife
flirting and carrying on with him.
It's your job to protect me from wolves in sheeps clothing, Rosalind said, throwing
the covers off her. Let me get up before this conversation gets too hot.
You do that, Dwight said.
Plus, we both need to study so we can rightly divide the Word, Rosalind said as he
opened the door. The best thing we can do this morning is to get our minds fixed on
the Word. Can you do that? I know I can.
That's what I have been telling you to do for years, Dwight said. Thank you for
finally taking heed to my words.
The family headed out to the church together: Rosalind and the girls in her car;
Dwight and the boys in his car. The services lasted longer than usual as Rev. Dorsett
was given the honor of sharing a worda word that lasted too long in DJ's
estimation. Why can't these preachers ever be brief? DJ thought, slouching in his
seat. Even Mom is speaking longer. She must be showing off in front of Rev. Dorsett.
DJ and a few of his friends snuck out the back side door while Rev. Dorsett was
speaking. They hung out at the basketball court nearby trying to hear the football
game on the radio. When DJ made it home, some of the church folks were there
including Rev. Dorsett. Stuffing themselves as usual, he thought.
Remembering the altercation between his mother and father concerning Rev. Dorsett
some years back, DJ decided to hang around. Instead of eating in his room, he found
a spot against the wall next to the hallway. This way I can quietly leave if I want to.
He listened.
First Lady Rosalind, those were some inspired words you shared with the women. I
wish you would come share those same words with the women at my church, Rev.
Dorsett said.
Oh, thank you, Rev. Dorsett, Rosalind said sweetly. I might just take you up on that
offer.
How's your wife doing? Mildred Magan, one of the church members, asked as she
cut herself another slice of red velvet cake.
She's doing fine. She was not able to travel with me this time, what with taking care
of the children and all. But I'll tell her you asked about her, Rev. Dorsett said.
Please do, Mildred said.
Would you like a second serving, Rev. Dorsett? There's plenty more, Rosalind said
with a smile.
Sure. This is the best fried chicken I've had in a long time. Rev. Dorsett handed
Rosalind his plate, his fingers briefly brushing Rosalinds.
DJ thought glanced at his father. He seemed to be fixed on the plate exchange. Then
he glared at Rosalind as she turned from the table.
I'll take care of that for you, Mildred said, rising from her seat and reaching to take
the plate from Rosalind.
That's okay. I got it, Rosalind said walking into the kitchen with the plate. Mildred
followed her.
What kind of meeting did you have to go to in Louisiana? Dwight asked Rev.
Dorsett.
I'm surprised you did not hear about it, Rev. Dorsett said.
DJ decided to go get a slice of cake before it disappeared. He stopped just inside the
kitchen door as he heard Mildred's voice. She was talking with his mother in low
tones.
Mrs. Rosalind, you can't carry yourself like that.
Like what?
Don't play with me. We all see it. Flirting with Rev. Dorsett and having the audacity
to do it in front your husband, Mildred said.
Rev. Dorsett is our guest and a long-time family friend, Rosalind said.
Maybe too long a family friend, don't you think? Mildred said.
And what's that supposed to mean? Rosalind snapped.
That means you ought to at least respect your husband enough to not carry yourself
like that. You are being too friendly with Rev. Dorsett. If I noticed it, you can rest
assured some others have noticed it as well, Mildred said. You don't want your
name scandalized, do you? And as you know, there is nothing like a church scandal.
If you don't respect your husband, at least respect his position as bishop and
overseer of the church of God.
Youre reading too much into things.
I just tell it as I see it, Mildred said. Look, I'm only bringing this to your attention
because I love you and Bishop Jacobs, and I do not want anything to come between
you two. If I were you, I would keep my distance from Rev. Dorsett. Now, let me have
his plate. I'll take it to him along with his slice of cake. She reached for the plate.
Rosalind held on to it as they both stared at each other.
Mom, DJ said clearing his throat, may I please have a slice of cake before it's all
gone?
Rosalind glanced from Mildred to DJ and back to Mildred. Sure, DJ, she said as
she reluctantly let Mildred take the plate.
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Hoping his mother would take heed to Mildred's words, DJ went to his room to finish
his meal. Nothing much on television, he thought as he flipped through the channels.
He had just settled down on his bed when someone knocked on his door.
Yeah. Who is it?
It's us. Rachel and Jennifer.
DJ smiled as he sat up.
Come in, DJ said. I didn't know you were here, he said to Jennifer after they
opened the door. I saw your mother but I didn't see you.
I was in Rachel and Jessica's room. That Jessica is something else, Jennifer said.
Well, I'll leave you two alone, Rachel said closing the door behind her.
Mind if I sit down? Jennifer asked.
No. Not at all.
Jennifer sat down on the edge of the bed.
You don't have to sit on the very edge of the bed. Scoot over before you fall, DJ
said laughing.
Jennifer giggled as she scooted over on the bed. The two looked at each other both
feeling a little awkward.
I've been meaning to tell you this for some time now, but not only do you make the
youth choir sound real good, you make it look real good especially from where I sit.
Jennifer laughed. You could have told me that earlier if you weren't so quick to
disappear after church. Where are you in such a hurry to go every Sunday?
Home to watch the football game and to get my food before the church folks eat it all
up.
I hear you, Jennifer said, laughing. Are you enjoying your new job at Sonic?
It's all right. I'd enjoy it better if you were cooking beside me. I can put in a good
word for you, DJ said.
No, thanks, Jennifer said. I'm just going to focus on my studies, plus my parents
make more than enough money so I don't have to work.
I don't have to work either. But I guess with me it's a male thing. You know. I want to
make my own way. I want to do for myself and help take care of the family, DJ said.
That is so nice, Jennifer said.
What's with you and Marsha? You two are always whispering, DJ said.
Oh, just girl talk, Jennifer said. Do you mind if I ask you something?
Go ahead.
Why do you act so cool towards me when we are in school and even at church? It's
almost like I don't exist, Jennifer said.
I don't know, DJ said shrugging his shoulders. I don't want it to seem like I'm tied to
just one girl. You wouldn't understand.
If you say so, Jennifer said.
Do you want to come party with me at the club this Saturday? I won't keep you out
too late.
That's why you sleep so much in church when you should be listening to your father
preach, Jennifer said with a laugh.
Some of the best sleep too, DJ said.
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation.
Come in, DJ said.
Jennifer's mother stepped into his room. Hello, Mrs. Pearson, DJ said.
Hello to you too, DJ. How are you? Mrs. Pearson said. I hardly ever see you
anymore.
I'm doing fine. I've just been busy, DJ said.
Good. Keep your mind and body busy and the devil won't get a foothold in your life.
Well, it's time for us to go, Jennifer. I have to get rested up for work tomorrow. It's
been a long day. Bye, DJ. Stop by the house sometime.
I will, DJ said. See you in school tomorrow.
So how did things go with you and DJ? Mrs. Pearson asked Jennifer on their drive
home.
Just fine, Jennifer said. Why are you so interested in me talking with him?
Because he's from a good family. I don't have any issues with them at all. Besides, I
trust DJ.
I don't have any issues either except I don't want to have any run-ins with any of the
girls at school especially Marsha Granderson, Jennifer thought.

*****
It seemed everywhere DJ turned, a girl was trying to get his attention. In between two
of his morning classes while he was at the water fountain, a girl walked up behind
him.
Hi, I'm Laverne. I hear you're not going steady with anyone. I'm not going steady
with anyone either. What do you say? Lets get together.
DJ, surprised at her boldness, tried to turn around to see who Laverne was, but she
was standing so close to him he couldn't stand up straight without brushing against
her.
DJ couldn't help smiling. Pleased to meet you, Laverne. Are you new around here?
I've been around, Laverne said. Here. This is for you.
DJ glanced at the piece of paper she handed him.
Yeah. I'll give you a call. Any special time?
Any time after nine-thirty, Laverne said. Promise?
You bet. Got to go. I don't want to be late for class.
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A couple months after DJ met Laverne in the school hallway, she called him with
some news.
You have got to be kidding me! Are you sure? DJ asked.
Yes, Laverne said nervously. What am I going to do?
What do you mean what are you going to do? You said you wanted to have my
baby, so there you go, DJ said.
Yeah, well, thats not what I really meant. My parents are going to kill me. I'm sorry,
DJ, but I can't keep it.
What do you mean you cant keep it? DJ asked.
DJ, do you know what my parents are going to think? Laverne said in desperation.
It probably wont be as bad as what my parents are going to think, DJ said.
It doesnt matter what your parents think, DJ. You arent the one having a baby.
Fine, what are you going to do? DJ asked.
No. It's what are we going to do? Laverne said. As soon as I get my next
allowance I'm going to the clinic.
Let me know how much it will cost and I'll pay for it, DJ said.

On the day of Laverne's scheduled visit to the abortion clinic, DJ waited for her. He
pocketed the receipt Laverne handed to him. After leaving the clinic, DJ and Laverne
walked into the woods. For some reason, Dr. Julio gave them the aborted baby in a
brown bag. The baby was placed neatly between the folds of a napkin. Taking the
napkin out of the bag, DJ carefully unfolded it. A lump formed in his throat as they
stared at the unborn baby. He almost choked as he tried to clear his throat. Laverne
turned her head; her lips trembled as she fought to hold back the tears. DJ dug a
hole and buried the baby next to the large tree whose lower limb almost touched the
ground. They walked slowly and quietly to the car.

No one will know what took place if you don't tell them, Laverne said breaking the
silence. I know I won't tell anyone.
I won't either, DJ said resting his hand on the breast pocket of his shirt that held the
receipt.
Another thing, Laverne said, I think it's best we don't see each other any more.
Yeah. Me too, DJ said.
Once he got home, he placed the receipt in his safety box that he kept under his bed
and tried to push the event out of this mind.

About a month later, DJ came home to find his safety box laying on his bed and its
contents spilled out.
What in the world! Who could have gone into my stuff? he wondered. While he was
stuffing everything back into the safety box, Rosalind pushed his bedroom door open
and stormed into the room fanning a piece of paper.
What the hell is this? Who is Laverne? And how could you do this to that poor girl?
What are you doing going through my private stuff? DJ almost shouted.
You don't have any private stuff in here, Rosalind said. Now you explain this to
me. She tossed the receipt on the bed. And who is Laverne?
You don't know her. She's some girl at school, DJ said in a quieter tone.
Some girl? You refer to her as 'some girl' like she is nothing.
Mom, you're reading into it like you do everything else, DJ said trying to keep his
calm.
Do you have any idea what you both did? You killed a baby. An innocent baby. Why
didn't you just come to me about it?
I'll tell you why. Because I'm the Bishop's son and I'm not allowed to get a girl
pregnant unless I'm married to her. I'm supposed to be perfect because my father,
the Bishop, has a reputation to uphold in the community; because my mother, the
first lady, has an image to preserve. That's why! DJ said.
If this gets out into the community it will ruin your father's good name and bring
shame to the family and to the church. What--
And what about bringing shame to your name? DJ said. I think you are more
concerned about bringing shame to your name than you are about anyone else's
name or even the church's name.
Rosalind stared at her son. His words almost sent her hurtling backward, but
recovering quickly, she said, What kind of an example are you setting for your
siblings? I'm very disappointed in you. She marched out the room slamming the
door behind her.
DJ snatched up the receipt, stuffed it back into his safety box which he tossed on the
top shelf in the closet. He sat on his bed with his head resting in his palms. What
have I done? His anger at his mother searching in his belongings and now having
knowledge of what he had done numbed his thinking.

The following evening while DJ was in his room with the television turned on high to
block out any stray thoughts, Rosalind knocked on his bedroom door, pushed it open,
and made her way into his room without waiting to be invited in. She dropped a
brown bag on his bed. DJ moaned inwardly.
Here. If you're going to keep doing it, at least protect yourself. I haven't said
anything to anyone including your father. It's up to you whether or not you want him
to know, she said.
Rosalind left as abruptly as she came in.
DJ opened the bag and shook its contents out on his bed. How interesting, he
thought in surprise as some condoms fell out of the bag. This is like saying 'sic 'em'
to a dog, he thought grimly as he crumpled the bag and threw it in the corner.
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The unfortunate situation with Laverne did not curtail DJ as his life of running the girls
in high school increased, as the flame of rebellion against his parents and against
anything having to do with the church and church folks increased. Anything that
identified him as Bishop Dwight Kensington Jacobs' son burned a brighter flame of
rebellion within him. His parents could no longer keep a leash on him much to
Rosalind's chagrin who wanted to have a say in every aspect of her children's lives.
Kennedy, I didn't see DJ in church today. Do you know where he could be?
Rosalind asked her younger son after they got home from church one Sunday.
He's at Sonic. He's working on Sundays now, Kennedy said.
What? He never said anything to me or to anybody else. Did he say anything to you,
Dwight? Rosalind asked.
No. When did he tell you? Dwight asked Kennedy.
He told me yesterday, Kennedy said.
Rosalind was waiting in the parking lot at Sonic when DJ finished his shift. She
tooted her car horn at him as he and one of his co-workers were walking out of the
restaurant.
Hey, Mom. That was very thoughtful of you to come pick me up but Alan does not
mind giving me a ride home. He drives his father's car to work, DJ said as he
climbed into his mother's car.
Don't 'Hey, Mom' me. Just get in and shut the door, Rosalind said as she turned the
key in the ignition. Why didn't you let us know you had started working on Sundays?
We don't work on Sundays especially during church hours. That's putting God on the
back shelf.
Well somebody has to flip the burgers on Sundays for people to eat, DJ said
smirking.
Does it look to you like I am joking, Rosalind said in a sharp tone. I want you to tell
your boss you cannot work on Sundays because you have to be in church. And you
can tell him your mother says so. Or better yet, tell him your father, Bishop Jacobs of
Love and Peace, says so.
So you want me to lie on Dad, DJ said knowing his father did not say that.
Do you really think your father wants you flipping burgers while he is preaching? Of
course not. He'd rather have you sitting in the pew listening to him preach and
getting the Word of God into your thick head, Rosalind said.
Whatever the case, I cannot do that and I won't do that, DJ said. I have already
made a commitment to my boss to be there every Sunday.
What about your commitment to God to be in church every Sunday?
I never made any commitment to God to be in church any Sunday, DJ said.
Coming from a preacher's family, the commitment is automatically made for you,
Rosalind said.
Says who? DJ muttered.
Speak up! I didn't hear you. Boy, are you defying me? Rosalind said.
You can call it that if you wish. But I am going to keep working on Sundays. I will not
be singing in the choir anymore, and I am not going to quit the football team either,
DJ said.
Oh, yes, you will.
Mom, I am not going to argue with you. My mind's made up, and--
And do you know what you need? You need for someone to turn you upside down
and give you an old-fashioned butt whipping. Your father won't do it, so I guess I
have to do it. What good is it having a husband and a father around who lets the
children run wild and not put his foot down.
DJ tried to suppress a smile as he remembered the last time his mother attempted to
give him a whipping. He did not flinch a muscle. Oh, so you're not going to cry,
Rosalind kept on repeating as she put more force into each swing. DJ remembered
the exhausted and frustrated look on his mother's face after she got done. He heard
it now in her voice.
Mom, please don't bring Dad into this, he said.
Just remember, you're going to want to use my car, Rosalind said. In fact, I was
thinking of letting you use it more, but after what you just did there is no way that I
am going to let you have that privilege.
We can work it out, DJ said. But remember I can use Dad's car also.
No. Not work it out. Negotiate, Rosalind said. On my terms.
DJ sighed. Mom, I say this respectfully, but don't you like some quietness after a
hard day's work or should I say a hard night's work? I would like the same.
I don't believe this! I just do not believe this, Rosalind kept saying the rest of the
drive home. By the way, she said as she parked the car in the driveway, Mrs.
Granderson called me. She said something important came up with her daughter,
Marsha, that you may know something about. Do you have something you want to
tell me? Or is that going to be another one of your surprises?
DJ straightened his back. No, ma'am. There's nothing I want to tell you, he said as
he opened the car door. Walking ahead of his mother, he unlocked the front door to
the house and said good night to his father who was sitting in his easy chair listening
to Billy Graham. He went into his bedroom and locked the door. Reaching into his
closet, he took down his safety box, took out the receipt for the abortion, and tore it
to shreds. His sleep that night was not a restful one as the image of the aborted baby
kept invading his dreams. He spent most of the night trying to keep the result of his
one-night stand with Marsha Granderson and the events leading up to it out of his
mind.
 Chapter 36
There he is, Marsha Granderson whispered to Jennifer Pearson flicking her head in
DJ's direction as he and his friends entered the school cafeteria. I'm surprised to see
him in here.
Where are you going? Jennifer asked Marsha as Marsha started to scoot out of her
seat.
I'm going to get my lunch, Marsha replied.
You already have a lunch tray, Jennifer said pointing to Marsha's tray.
I know, Marsha said with a smile while turning her eyes in DJ's direction.
No, you wouldn't, Jennifer said when she realized what Marsha was up to.
Oh, yes, I would. I'm determined to find out what makes him tick.
Jennifer watched as Marsha approached DJ. Her mouth gaped open when Marsha
followed DJ to a half-empty table and scooted right next to him on the bench. Marsha
gave Jennifer a quick wave of the fingers as their eyes met. DJ threw Jennifer a few
quick glances as well. Jennifer lowered her eyes to Marsha's half-eaten tray of
food. I don't believe this is really happening, she thought. She almost fainted when
Marsha left the cafeteria hanging on to DJ's arm. We go to the same church and he
hardly ever says a word to me. Last time we had a conversation of any length was
when we went to his house for Sunday dinner a few weeks ago. She sighed as DJ's
words came to her mind: I don't want it to seem like I'm tied down to just one girl.
You wouldn't understand.
Where did you two go, Jennifer asked Marsha during their next class. And what did
you all talk about?
We just walked by the football field, and I found out what makes him so
unapproachable, Marsha said.
Well?
Well, he says he likes to remain a mystery to girls. He does not like to be figured out
as that puts more fun in the relationship, Marsha said. That makes me want him
even more.
Jennifer sighed. You know, we've been going to the same church for some time now
and all I know of him is that he's the Bishop's son.
That's because you're not curiousboy curious. He's going to be a tough one to
tame, but I'll tame him. You watch and see, Marsha said.
How do you plan on doing that? Jennifer asked.
I have my ways, Marsha said. Him being the Bishop's son does not mean a thing
to me. He's still a boy with active testosterone. In fact, him being the Bishop's son
only makes my task more exciting. You don't know what it would be like to be able to
say 'I did it with the Bishop's son'.
You need to slow down and leave him alone, Jennifer said quietly. What if you get
pregnant?
That's the plan. I get pregnant with his baby then he'll feel obligated to stay with me.
Plus, you don't get pregnant the first time.
Where did you get that from? Jennifer said.
Jennifer's jealousy flared up whenever Marsha shared with her some interaction she
and DJ had. Her jealousy caused her to wish more and more she was more forward
with boys.

*****

On Saturday DJ took Marsha to the movies.

Do you know what I really want? she said snuggling up as close to him as she
could.
What's that? DJ said.
I want to have your baby.
DJ cleared his throat and pretended to be all into the movie.
Did you hear what I just said? Marsha said playfully tugging at one of the buttons
on the front of his shirt. I said I want to have your baby.
Is that so? Do you know who I am? I am Bishop Jacobs' son. Although DJ hated
that title, he used it to his advantage whenever he deemed it necessary.
That's the more reason, Marsha said giggling.
You can name the place and the time, DJ said slouching in his seat.

*****

I don't know if you've heard, Champaign, one of Marsha's classmates, whispered to

her a week later when they had stopped by their lockers in-between classes, but it's
floating around that DJ is having sex with other girls.
Jennifer who was waiting for Marsha listened.
That's a lie because he told me that I was the only girl for him, Marsha said.
DJ's words came to Jennifer's mind: I don't want it to seem like I'm tied down to just
one girl.
How naive you are, Champaign said. You may be the only girl for him, but you're
not the only girl he's jumping in bed with. I'm telling you this because I don't want to
see you get hurt. He sees you as just another girl. It's a game these boys play: to see
how many girls they can conquer. They wear it as a badge of honor.
How would you know all that? Marsha asked.
I overheard my brother and two of his college friends talking. They have that one girl
on the side who they respect and who they are serious about; they will never break
her virginity. But then they have other girls who they respect less and play around
with and as my brother said, 'get all the free milk they can get'. Then you have those
boys who have no respect whatsoever for any girl.
Marsha was at a loss for words. I'm going to show him, she thought.
If I were you, I wouldn't give DJ any free milk. Let him pay for it by making a
commitment to make you his one and only, Champaign said. And if I were you, I'd
ask him point blank where I stand. Wouldn't you, Jennifer? I wouldn't let him play me
like that. He's going to drop you like a hot potato soon. You watch and see.
Jennifer, not knowing what to say, raised her eyebrows.

*****

DJ, you're a fraud. It has been brought to my attention that you're only playing me,
Marsha said to DJ later that evening.
What do you mean 'playing you'? DJ asked.
You can just wipe that stupid look off your face. You know what I mean: making me
believe that I'm your one and only girl but seeing other girls on the sly and sleeping
with them.
People talk, DJ said with a chuckle while shaking his head.
Well, are you?
Like I said, people talk, and like I told you just name the place and the time. What's
the delay?
Marsha giggled. Not much longer.
To be continued...