The smell of the sea and garbage reminded her of the dock shack of her childhood. It seemed a hundred years ago. As she filled the void in her stomach she wondered about the one in her heart.
“I did the right thing leaving Michael. I know I did.”
“Oh Mama, you were right about pain from love, it can make you want to die.”
That still small voice was back again, over and over saying, “Live. Keep going. don’t give up.”
Yet walking for hours through this busy city she couldn’t help but feel like all she could do was to go back to what she knew. Every time she passed a brothel, she knew she could walk in the door and have food and shelter. She could have physical comfort. All she had to do was sell her body again and betray Michael.
“He’ll never know, Angel.” The dark voice said.
What am I going to do? God, I don’t know what to do! “Go into that café and rest.” said the small quiet voice.
“Well, that does it Lord. I am officially out of business” said the café owner out loud as the cook walked out the door.
“Mister, you need a new cook,” Angel said with a dry smile. pushing her full plate away.
Angel was trying to take in the fact that she had work and a place to stay and that it had fallen right in her lap like a ripe plum from heaven. How had it come about?
Virgil Harper there his head back and his hands into the air. “Lord Jesus, I love you!” I love you! I love you!” as he jumped for joy with Mrs. Hosea as his new cook.