Proverbs 20:6 San and Nic were staring at Phoenix as if her head had exploded all over San’s gorgeous Italian leather furniture. “What?” Phoenix rolled her eyes. “Y’all are looking at me like I’m sitting here with a syringe and heroin about to shoot up. What?” “Girl,” San flashed a benign smile. “You really think God sent this…this Paul—” “Paulo,” Phoenix snapped, “pronounced pow-lo.” “Whatever,” San continued, “this ‘Polo’ to help you? Really, Phoenix? Look, it’s great that you got this guy offering to help you and all, but ain’t you going a little too far with the God thing? I mean, for all you know, this dude could be out for something, just like Cedric was.” “Yeah, Fe,” Nic was nodding as she reached to snatch another bunch of grapes and slices of cheese from the glass tray. “Maybe he was out generating new business and took a look at you and thought that you’d be the perfect client. Why bring God into it? I mean thank Him or whatever, but don’t go around saying God told this dude to speak to you. Sounds like something out of a Tyler Perry movie.”
