Photo by Sue Vincent
“Y’all gonna be okay while I’m gone?” Darlene asked her husband, Mick and her daughter, Jolene. She was heading off for the weekend to a Women’s Ministry retreat in Atlanta.
They both looked at her before Mick answered, “Yes, we gonna be okay. Don’t fuss so. It’s not like you ain’t been away before. We can take care of ourselves. Jolene’s gonna take good care of me, ain’t you, girl?”
Jolene’s answer was to blow a large bubble and then pop it. She was at the table putting nail-polish on her long fingernails while chewing gum. Her dyed blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail making her look younger than eighteen. Long dark lashes framed big, bright blue eyes which narrowed now as she glanced at her step-father.
Darlene wasn’t convinced but, she just had to believe that they were going to be all right…
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