“Child, I tell you the man
is a tall handsome drink of water. He is
very easy on the eyes. He is a dark chocolate
glass of milk and I’m thirsty. You hear me,
but not as thirsty as some of these fast tail girls we got running around her. They be lined up to shake his hand after church. You should see the line. I mean can’t nobody else get to him to say hello. That Kimberly Drake and Lela Rhineholt are the
worst of the two. I mean don’t nobody want
Kimberly with her 4x4 behind. And… don’t
nobody want Lela with her work-a-holic demanding behind. They both need to go sat down somewhere.”
Ramona listened to her friend
drone on for a few minutes. “Leona, tell
me about the services for Resurrection weekend.
I tired of hearing about fast tail women.”
“Well, I think the whole
weekend is a bit much, but they’ve been talking it up. It’s all nonsense if you ask me. We just need to have Sunday service, and go on
home. You remember Reverend Oliver Craig. I liked him.
Girl, he was a blessing. I sure miss
him… Anyway… Reverend Craig had Sunrise service and breakfast. That was the best years. I mean that daggum breakfast was too much work,
but I enjoyed the times.”
Ramona shook her head as
she took the phone from her ear and sat it down on the table next to her.
After about three minutes
she picked it back up. “Leona, the services. Girl, please.
I’m getting tired and all this talking is making my head hurt.”
“Girl, sorry. You know how I am. I get to running off at the mouth.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Anyway, the services. Well, Friday night is going to be a musical. They supposedly have choirs and singers coming
from all over the place to come sing. We
ain’t had a good musical in a while. It might
be good, as long as folk don’t try to sang ten songs, one after another. I mean, sing your two songs and sat down. We don’t need 48 revamps either. But, that’s just me. Saturday, we’re having a Seven Last Sayings service. It should be good, but child, tell me this. Who has this service on a Saturday? Didn’t Jesus
say those things on Friday night? Just backwards. But, that’s how they wanted it. Don’t even make no sense. But, ain’t nobody ask me. Apparently, there will be some soloists to sing
and some noted up and coming preachers from the city to preach. It’s supposed to be good. And you know about Sunday. I hear there are gonna be dancers, singers, poetry,
and all kinds of pomp and circumstance for the service. I know one thang… that youngin betta preach like
he trying to save everybody in the church or else. I wanna hear a good word to shout me happy.”
Ramona let Leona’s voice
fade out of her head, as she thought about her quandary… How was she going to talk
her sister into letting her go to all three services at the church? She knew her sister was concerned about her health.
