morning.
“I have to take depositions in Tampa tomorrow,” she said, returning to the table, while Mrs. Craddock went to retrieve a spoon from the kitchen. “I only wish he could be there with me,” she beamed, looking at Julia.
“Who? Matt? Aiden? Or the other guy that winked at you?” Julia asked. “Which one would you most like to be with in Tampa tomorrow?”
Upon her return, Mrs. Craddock’s puzzled look, with furrowed brows indicated that she had overheard the excited conversation between the sisters. “What am I missing?” She stared at Julia and then intently at Angela. Julia remained silent, suppressing the chuckle that was trying to vent itself as she remembered something Judith had once said to Angela. At a workshop facilitated by their church the previous year, they were supposed to be demonstrating trust as an essential quality to develop. Participants were required to face their allocated, blindfolded partners and verbally direct them to a specific goal, as the blindfolded partner walked backwards towards the goal. Angela’s allocated partner turned out to be Mr. Fonda who was far too touchy-feely for the comfort of most people, hence his nickname, Mr. Fondler. Besides that, he was a chronic halitosis sufferer. Upon learning that Mr. Fonda was to be Angela’s trust partner, Judith turned to Angela and susurrated, “Girl, even if Jesus himself guaranteed me first dibs on all the golden mansions in heaven, it still wouldn’t be enough to persuade me to be in your shoes right now!” Julia found the sentiment fitting for the present circumstances that Angela found herself in. She did not want to be in her sister’s shoes at that moment either.
“I meant to tell you, Mom, but everything happened so quickly, then I got sick, so I didn’t get a chance to.”
“I’m listening.” She was listening, but her tone suggested that she had already decided that she wasn’t going to like what she heard.
“I’ve met someone.”
“Go on.”
“That’s it really; we’re just taking it slowly to see where it leads.”
“Sounds like there’s more to it than that, from what I heard Julia say.”
“Well, I’m talking to a guy called Aiden and to a lesser extent, one called Matt.”
“So, where did you suddenly happen upon these two men?”
“On a Christian internet dating website.” Angela tried to place emphasis on ‘Christian’, yet still, she could feel the involuntary lowering of her body into her chair as she spoke.
“The internet, eh?”
“It’s perfectly safe, Mom. They have no way of identifying you; you just send mail to each other and if you later decide to, you can exchange telephone numbers and take it from there.”
“You have no way of knowing who you’re dealing with. You must know men will pretend to be who they’re not. I’ve seen it on TV. You get roped into some online relationship with a complete stranger and by the time you find out he’s a psychopathic killer, it’s too late!”
“It’s just like email, Mom; you don’t have to give out any personal details unless you want to.”
“It’s devil mail, if you ask me!”
“Oh, Mom, I don’t want to argue…” Angela stated in place of her, ‘ I think you’ll find that no one asked you,’ thought.
“Who’s arguing? I’m just saying, when God wants to bless you, He sometimes places someone into your life to do it; and when the devil wants to destroy you, he sometimes sends someone into your life to do it. The problem is… not everyone can
“I have to take depositions in Tampa tomorrow,” she said, returning to the table, while Mrs. Craddock went to retrieve a spoon from the kitchen. “I only wish he could be there with me,” she beamed, looking at Julia.
“Who? Matt? Aiden? Or the other guy that winked at you?” Julia asked. “Which one would you most like to be with in Tampa tomorrow?”
Upon her return, Mrs. Craddock’s puzzled look, with furrowed brows indicated that she had overheard the excited conversation between the sisters. “What am I missing?” She stared at Julia and then intently at Angela. Julia remained silent, suppressing the chuckle that was trying to vent itself as she remembered something Judith had once said to Angela. At a workshop facilitated by their church the previous year, they were supposed to be demonstrating trust as an essential quality to develop. Participants were required to face their allocated, blindfolded partners and verbally direct them to a specific goal, as the blindfolded partner walked backwards towards the goal. Angela’s allocated partner turned out to be Mr. Fonda who was far too touchy-feely for the comfort of most people, hence his nickname, Mr. Fondler. Besides that, he was a chronic halitosis sufferer. Upon learning that Mr. Fonda was to be Angela’s trust partner, Judith turned to Angela and susurrated, “Girl, even if Jesus himself guaranteed me first dibs on all the golden mansions in heaven, it still wouldn’t be enough to persuade me to be in your shoes right now!” Julia found the sentiment fitting for the present circumstances that Angela found herself in. She did not want to be in her sister’s shoes at that moment either.
“I meant to tell you, Mom, but everything happened so quickly, then I got sick, so I didn’t get a chance to.”
“I’m listening.” She was listening, but her tone suggested that she had already decided that she wasn’t going to like what she heard.
“I’ve met someone.”
“Go on.”
“That’s it really; we’re just taking it slowly to see where it leads.”
“Sounds like there’s more to it than that, from what I heard Julia say.”
“Well, I’m talking to a guy called Aiden and to a lesser extent, one called Matt.”
“So, where did you suddenly happen upon these two men?”
“On a Christian internet dating website.” Angela tried to place emphasis on ‘Christian’, yet still, she could feel the involuntary lowering of her body into her chair as she spoke.
“The internet, eh?”
“It’s perfectly safe, Mom. They have no way of identifying you; you just send mail to each other and if you later decide to, you can exchange telephone numbers and take it from there.”
“You have no way of knowing who you’re dealing with. You must know men will pretend to be who they’re not. I’ve seen it on TV. You get roped into some online relationship with a complete stranger and by the time you find out he’s a psychopathic killer, it’s too late!”
“It’s just like email, Mom; you don’t have to give out any personal details unless you want to.”
“It’s devil mail, if you ask me!”
“Oh, Mom, I don’t want to argue…” Angela stated in place of her, ‘ I think you’ll find that no one asked you,’ thought.
“Who’s arguing? I’m just saying, when God wants to bless you, He sometimes places someone into your life to do it; and when the devil wants to destroy you, he sometimes sends someone into your life to do it. The problem is… not everyone can
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