God Ain't Blind by Mary Monroe Read Free Book Online

three or four hours, anyway. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that I’d done the one thing that I’d promised my husband and God I’d never do: I’d committed adultery.
    The mild guilt that I had felt before and after I left the motel the night before was gone. And I do mean completely gone. Pee Wee’s behavior had helped me get over that. As a matter of fact, I had the nerve to walk around with a smile on my face this morning. His request for me to scratch his back so he could get to sleep last night was the straw that had broken the camel’s back in two. There I’d been, lying next to him in a see-through gown, ready, willing, and able to do anything he wanted me to do, and all he’d wanted from me was a back scratch!
    It was all good, though. It had made him happy. Even though that back-scratching episode had caused me to break two of my nails. But if that was all it took, I was way ahead of the game. As 34
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    long as I kept him somewhat happy, I didn’t have to worry about him checking up on my outside activities. I wondered if Louis would ever ask me to do something as mundane as scratch his back. The thought made me laugh out loud.
    “What you guffawin’ about so early in the mornin’?” Pee Wee asked, walking into the kitchen.
    I sat at the table, nursing my second cup of coffee. I had already dressed for work and read the morning paper. “Huh? Oh, nothing,” I muttered, fanning my face.
    There was nothing wrong with our air conditioner, but it still didn’t do the job. I was sweating like a seal. I had on a navy blue skirt and a white sleeveless blouse. I’d left the two top buttons on my blouse undone so that I could enjoy the mild June breeze, and show a little bit of cleavage. Since my bosom was so attractive now, I couldn’t help showing it off a little from time to time—as long as I did it tastefully. Had I not had to go to work, I would have been walking around the house, naked, trying to keep cool. I often did that when I was home alone.
    “Nothin’?” Pee Wee gave me a dumbfounded look. “Most people don’t go around cheesin’ like a hyena about nothin’.” He stopped and stood in front of me, with his hands on his hips. Even though he had lost his shape and most of his looks, he still looked good to me in his crisp white barber’s smock. The creases in his black slacks were razor sharp.
    “I was just thinking about something funny that one of the girls on the bowling team said last night. You remember Lizel Hunter?”
    “Who don’t? She’s one of them sisters that helps Rhoda look after them kids at her child-care whatnot. What about Lizel? I bet she’s pregnant again.”
    I shook my head. “She’s looking for a new husband,” I reported.
    “What happened to the husband she had? Wasn’t he her fifth or sixth? How many more she need to be satisfied? She must have one hell of a meat grinder between her thighs.”
    “She’s had only four husbands. She’s still with husband number four, but she’s always looking for a better one.”
    Pee Wee groaned and shook his head in disgust. “You women need to find better things to do with your time than look for a bet-GOD AIN’ T BLIND
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    ter husband,” he retorted. “I hope her bad habits don’t rub off on you. Lord knows, you got enough bad habits of your own already.”
    “Thanks, Pee Wee. I needed to hear that,” I scoffed, giving him a look that would have killed him if looks could kill.
    “Aw, woman, you know what I mean. I know you know that I know you got better sense than to be out there looking for a better husband. I don’t mean to brag, but you can’t do no better than me.”
    “Do you want me to find out?” I offered. One of the things I liked about having a lover, especially one as young, handsome, and aggressive as Louis, was that it brought out courage in me that I didn’t know I had.
    Pee Wee removed his hands from his hips and folded his arms.
    “Woman, do I have to remind you