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like he was about to snap. There was no denying that Me-Ma was the best cook in all of the southeastern part of the Unites States. If for nothing else, he came home every day just so that he could eat her home cooking and always took leftovers to work every day. A man never had to indulge in a restaurant when the kitchen where he resided served food and catered to him better than any restaurant he knew of. “Damn, so ain’t shit cooked in here?”
    Tallhya could see his frustrations on his face and she ran to his side to resolve the situation. “Don’t worry baby. I will get you something to eat,” she calmly said, aiming to please her man as her sisters sat and watch. “I’m about to run your shower water, and by the time you get done. I will have your food on the table, okay, baby.”
    â€œOkay. I’ll settle for that.” He nodded, not really happy, but he accepted it.
    â€œYou know this shit gets crazier by the day. Somebody better call Me-Ma before this man divorce her,” Bunny joked.
    â€œShit is a crying fucking shame, if you ask me Ginger, that motherfucker need to cook his own gotdamn food or cook her some. On some real G shit, he need to take you out at least one night a week on a date night.”
    â€œWe saving for the wedding, you know that,” Tallhya interrupted.
    â€œThat nigga makes me sick. He complains about every gotdamn thing. And I don’t trust him,” Ginger said.
    â€œYeah for Christ sake, call Me-Ma please somebody before we have to fuck him up,” Bunny agreed.
    Simone reached for the phone and asked, “It’s kind of late for Me-Ma to be out isn’t it. And you guys, said she’s been out all day too?”
    Simone called and didn’t get an answer and wondered indeed, Where in the world was Me-Ma?

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    Yield Not to Temptation
    â€œThe Bible says, if two or more come together, and pray then their wishes shall be granted, in the Name of Jesus,” Pastor Cassius Street confidently said to the Members of The Faith And Hope Ministry as he led prayer. His straight-legged fitted jeans fit him to the ‘T’. The soft material of his designer jeans caressed the top of a pair of his Ostridge cowboy boots, as he paced the pulpit. He beseeched in a strong deep voice, dripping with a perfect mixture of confidence and charm.
    â€œI need all my prayer-warriors to get into the spirit. We must,” he stressed the word must, “stand in the gap with a prayer of protection for the granddaughter of our own, mother Mildred Banks.”
    Sitting on the third row in her usual seat, only using her eyes Me-Ma, thanked the pastor in advance and a nod of encouragement and approval, then bowed her head down for the prayer.
    â€œLord we just honor and we just praise you in advance for all great things you will bestow upon our life. Lord, we ask you for the annoitence and the protection for our sister, Simone. We praise you and we just magnify you. We just ask you to have your will done, to keep Sister Simone in your keeping care. We ask Lord, that not a hair be moved out of place, Lord Jesus we know you are a miracle working God.”
    â€œYes, Lord,” Me-Ma said aloud and raised her hand.
    Me-Ma wasn’t one of those so-called Christians, who only prayed in times of need. This woman prayed, every day . . . all day. She didn’t even have to know the people and she prayed for them. And most of the time when she prayed, it was for other people, almost rarely for herself.
    But Me-Ma’s family was an entirely different story. She stayed on her knees for them. Especially, her daughter Deidra, she had always been a free spirited person. But when Me-Ma’s husband Johnny, Deidra’s father died suddenly of a heart attack on top of his mistress of twenty years, and their fifteen year old love child that lived one street over from them was revealed. Deidra was never the same and finding out that her loving,