She reached down, took the phone, and signed, “shower, now.” He signed in return that he had taken one last night. She signed, “okay, but you don’t smell like it.” They both smiled, he stood and went playfully into the bathroom.
45 minutes later, and they all gathered, one by one until all but one is seated, dressed, and waiting in the living room. This was the law. Mrs. Cobb warned, “You will patiently wait on me; however, I better never have to wait on y’all.” Tasha, Keylah, and Shawn all sat until Mrs. Cobb was ready. She always entered with directives.
“Tasha cut that TV off & Keylah, get off the floor in that dress!”
She looked at Shawn and signed, “where’s my phone?” He reached in his pocket and handed it over. She gave him a playful glare, he bashfully smiled.
“Y’all look nice. Alright, let’s go.”
They exited the door and piled into the car. Mrs. Cobb inserted the CD of last week’s sermon as they backed out of the driveway. The 30-minute ride was silent; they only heard the voice of Minister Jamal Banks as he expounded on the importance of purity and living by faith. They pulled up to the West River Church of Christ, and immediately they went to work. Mrs. Cobb was a greeter, and Shawn aided her by passing out the bulletins and visitor cards as needed. Keylah helped Tasha as she prepped her Bible class.
As Mrs. Cobb welcomed the parishioners, up walked Sis. Caroline Fulton. Mrs. Cobb didn’t extend her typical greeting. With a firm face, she took a bulletin from Shawn and handed it to her.
Sis. Fulton accepted and replied silently, “thank you, Deborah.”