And You Call Yourself A Christian by E. N. Joy Page A

Unique’s mind that perhaps that guard was right. Maybe she was nothing more than a baby killer. Her boys were dead. Who else could have killed them? Who else left them in that car to die in that heat? No, she hadn’t done it on purpose, but she had done it nonetheless.
    â€œI’m a killer,” Unique proclaimed softly to herself. “I’ve committed the ultimate sin.” It was a sin that she knew that the running shower water could not wash away. Nope, only the blood of Jesus could do that. But Unique felt what had happened was so heinous that she doubted whether even Jesus’ blood could wash that one away. She deserved to be where she was. She deserved to spend the rest of her life in that place. And that’s exactly what she planned on telling the judge when she had her day in court. But hopefully, someone would stop her before it got to that point; otherwise, Unique would be digging her own grave.

Chapter Thirteen
    When Lorain couldn’t get a hold of Unique, she drove over to her sister’s house where she and the boys had lived the last few years. She would have called the house, but they didn’t have a land line. A lot of people were doing that lately; choosing cell phones over land lines. Lorain understood the fact that they wanted to save money, and if adults were just living in the house, that was fine. But most of the time, adults carried their cell phones on their persons. With children in the home, what if one of the children needed to make an emergency phone call? Having access to a land line seemed like a must when children were in the home.
    Unique’s sister had two children of her own. Lorain never really knew their ages, but from the looks of the little girl who’d answered the door, one of them was around nine or ten. Lorain was surprised to see that the child was still up considering how late in the evening it was, but then again, it was summer break.
    â€œHi, honey, is your mother home?” Lorain tried her best to maintain her composure. Although Nicholas had forced her to sit in the hospital lobby for a few more minutes while she pulled herself together, there was no way she’d be completely okay. No, that was going to take some time. But still, she’d managed to calm down enough to make the drive to Unique’s, crying the entire time.
    â€œShe in there mad,” the girl pointed over her shoulder, “trying to get a hold of Auntie Uni—”
    â€œIs that her?” Lorain heard the agitated voice of a grown woman crawling up behind the young child.
    â€œNo, Mama. It’s the lady who be picking up Auntie Unique sometimes,” the little girl informed her mother.
    â€œOh.” The woman was visually disappointed. “Hi, Lorain.”
    â€œRenee,” was all Lorain mumbled out.
    â€œIf you’re here to see Unique, I have no idea where that child is with my car.” And that was the beginning of the sibling’s rant. “I let her borrow my car way earlier this morning. She said she was just supposed to be going to pick up some money from one of her son’s fathers, but she ain’t back yet. It’s almost eleven o’clock at night. I’ve been calling her back to back but the phone keeps—”
    â€œGoing to voice mail,” Lorain finished. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been trying to get a hold of her too. That’s why I came on over.” It was apparent to Lorain that Unique’s sister had no idea about the boys; otherwise, her concerns wouldn’t have been of a material thing; her automobile. “Listen, Renee, can I come in for a minute?”
    â€œWhy not?” She let out a heated wind and allowed her arms to flail, and then drop to her sides. “I already had to call my boss and let her know that I wouldn’t be able to make it in to work because I was having ‘car trouble.’” She used her fingers to make quotation marks in the