He replied, “Whateva, I’ll pick her up Friday.”
Tasha quietly snapped, “Be on time.” She watched as he walked toward the front door. He hugged Mrs. Cobb and said, “Hey, Mrs. D.”
Mrs. Cobb said curiously, “Jamal, you’re not staying for service?”
Jamal replied, “I wish I could, but ever since they fired…” He paused, knowing that saying any more would only make things even more awkward.
Mrs. Cobb ashamedly said, “I see.”
“I’m sorry.” said Jamal, “I have a lot of work, and I can’t. I’ll try to make the evening service.” He rubbed Shawn’s head and walked away.
Mrs. Cobb turned around to see Tasha glaring at her in disbelief. When they saw each other, Tasha entered her class and said, “Good morning, kids.” They replied, “Good morning, Sis. Tasha” as she closed the door.
Mrs. Cobb closed the doors of the church. She left the remaining bulletins with the guest reception volunteers and walked Shawn to the special needs Bible class.
His teacher opened the door and signed, “Good morning, Shawn.” He signed back, “Good morning, Sis. Fisher.” Sis. Fisher received him from Mrs. Cobb, and they exchanged verbal pleasantries. She watched him enter and then prepped herself for her growth group.
The second door, on the right in the education wing. She had been going to this class for seven years and teaching it for 3. It once was a place of peace; however, in the days since her mother died, it had become a harsh reminder of death.
When she walked in, the ladies greeted her with a smile, “Good morning, Deborah.” She replied, “Good morning, sisters. I see we have some new faces. I want to welcome you to Widows Supporting Widows.”