![]() ![]() But, even after Sydnee had long ago moved out of her mother’s house, and even longer since she stopped attending church with her, Marilyn still faithfully attended Bethel Bible Baptist at least three times a week. When she was little, Sydnee used to think that all of the church-going was just so her mother could pray the devil out of her quicker. Sydnee sighed, frustrated that she would have to make a detour and prolong seeing Clover so she could give her mother a ride home from church. Plus, she simply couldn’t be bothered with the kind of commitment that involved an emotional attachment to another person right now. ![]() Between her job and her classes, she didn’t have time for a relationship. Despite feeling a pang of desperation to see her that night, she wouldn’t exactly say that she and Clover were a couple and Sydnee was fine with that. They hadn’t seen each other in over two weeks and, as reluctant as she was to admit it, Sydnee missed Clover. Earlier that evening after work, she had hurriedly thrown some things into her overnight bag and rushed out of her tiny apartment, not wanting to waste any time. Sydnee sometimes needed the reminder that earning her position as the managing paralegal at a prestigious law firm in Manhattan and working toward her law degree simultaneously was a pretty big deal.īut, unbeknownst to Marilyn, Sydnee was not at home. She tried to excuse her mother’s presumption because she knew it stemmed from the fact that she was so proud of her. Sydnee knew that her mother assumed since it was Wednesday night, she must be at home because she had work in the morning. Marilyn didn’t ask Sydnee whether she was busy. She reluctantly unlocked her phone and read the disjointed message. Sometimes she wished she had never taught her mother how to use her smartphone. Sydnee glanced at her phone and saw a text from her mother, Marilyn. ![]()
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