She sat in the leather recliner holding a book she hadn't even been reading for the last three hours.
Glancing at the clock she could clearly see that it was 3:45am.
Its nearly 4am and he's still not back!
She threw the book down and headed toward the kitchen for a glass of tea. Their beautifully furnished townhouse somehow felt strangely foreign and out of place.
Pouring tea, she stood leaning on the stove.
They had been married for over ten years now and if she only knew then what she knew now; perhaps she would have never gotten involved with him.
Him, was none other than Carson Grant II, or should I say Pastor Carson Grant II of the Sixth Street Church of the Living God. One would have thought that being married to a Man of God would have been nearly heaven on earth...ah but it would seem that God and fate have a brutal sense of humor.
She sat the mug down and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Deep down inside she couldn't even blame God, hell; who could she blame?
She had always felt less than good about marrying Carson, but with pressure for her 'good fortune,' her 'blessing' on either side from her mother and various friends...she was swept away into the decision...a decision she now regretted more than anything in her life.
Headlights swept past the Venetian blinds of the house and she made her way toward them glancing to see if it was Carson returning.
No, it was one of the neighbors. She sighed and moved back to the living room where she took a seat. Her mind caressed the one thought that she had strove hard to never give a moments time too.
Her husband was sleeping around on her and he had been for the last three years. She knew it all along...a woman knows these things; but she did the right thing, the christianly thing and looked away.
It was the right thing wasn't it?
She just knew that things were not as they should be and they had never been. The tears began falling down her face. The anger inside started bubbling up; she'd suppressed these feelings for so long, but now...now it was another matter.
She heard a sound.
Running toward the windows she saw that he'd finally arrived home. Drying her tears quickly she turned facing the door, a look of resolution and chilling upset stamped on her face.
As he walked through the doors...she realize that tonight was the night of reckoning.
©2005
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