The Deal, The Dance, And The Devil - Plot & Excerpts
For the call, email, text.Nothing had come.Adam had forgotten all about me.Was it her money or her looks?Rolling over to the empty side of the bed—Adam’s side—I inhaled his lingering scent. I wrapped my arms around his pillow and imagined that it was him.But there was no way I could keep lying there, thinking about Adam deserting me. Sitting up, I glanced at the clock. It was twenty to nine, but if I hurried, I could make it to church. I could be ready and out of the house in twelve minutes. I wouldn’t be on time, but I wouldn’t be too late.Last night, I’d told the children that we’d sleep in this morning; that had been my plan. I didn’t want to go to church without Adam. Didn’t want to explain to anyone that Adam was working. That may have gone over with our children, but the lie wouldn’t pass the sensibility test for most adults.Now that morning had come, I needed to be in church. Just felt like I really had to be there to glean some of the hope that Bishop Cash always gave me.Decision made, I was in and out of the shower in three minutes, and four minutes after that, I was totally dressed—in a black, sleeveless tank dress that was far more appropriate for spring.
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