patient. Even with all the tubes and Delilahâs swollen face, he could see the resemblance. From appearances alone, the woman who went by the name Delilah was Shebaâs older sister. Still, he hoped Sheba would get the DNA test just to remove any doubts.
He felt like an outsider, but his feet were planted. He was not going anywhere anytime soon. He moved so the nurse who had entered the room could get by.
âCan you two step outside?â the nurse asked, speaking to him and Sheba.
David led Sheba into the hallway.
âSheâs going to be fine. Praise the Lord,â Sheba repeated over and over.
âYes, praise the Lord,â David said.
Sheba stopped and for the first time seemed to remember he was there. âDo you go to church?â
David wished people wouldnât automatically assume the worst about him. David was a God-fearing man who knew from whence his help came. He knew without Godâs blessings, he would not have obtained the riches he had over the years. David communicated with God daily. David had an anointing on his life. He knew it, and his dad, who was no longer with him, knew it.
âWithout God, I am nothing. I donât go as often as I should, but the Lord knows my heart,â David responded.
âIâm surprised. You seem a little too arrogant to think highly of anyone but yourself,â Sheba said.
David pouted. âMy feelings are hurt. Iâm confident, that I admit, but arrogant Iâm not. God could take all I have with a snap of my fingers.â
âYouâre right about that. Iâm glad to know my husband is working for a God-fearing man.â
âYes, that he is. You asked me earlier why I was still here. Well, since weâre on the subject, I went to the chapel. I prayed for your sister. I prayed for you.â
David could see her eyes watering. Tears streamed down her face. David didnât know what to do, so he did what was natural. He placed his arm around her. âItâs going to be okay.â
âThank you. Iâve been snapping at you. Here you are, praying for my sister. Forgive me, please.â
David reached up and brushed her hair. He had been wanting to touch her hair from the moment he laid eyes on her. He inhaled the apple scent. âYouâre forgiven. Pull yourself together. Your sister needs you.â
David handed Sheba a tissue, and she wiped her face. âIâm usually not this emotional.â
âMost women are emotional, so your reaction doesnât surprise me.â
âWell, Iâm not most women,â Sheba said as she headed back to Delilahâs room.
âNo, Ms. Bathsheba, no, youâre not. Youâre an exceptional woman,â David responded, out of her earshot.
It looked like his duty there had been served. He thanked God for answering his prayers and left the hospital. Two hours later he was fastening his seat belt on his private jet. Less than an hour after that, his plane was landing in Dallas.
Before going to bed, David said a quick prayer. Exhausted, he slept eight hours straight, something he rarely did. On average, he got five hours of sleep a night. The eight hours werenât dreamless.
In his dreams, he was holding Sheba in his arms and running his hands through her ebony tresses. He could still smell the apple scent, and when he woke up the next morning, he had a craving for a ripe red apple for breakfast.
A few hours later he was in his corporate building, overseeing a meeting in one of the huge conference rooms.
âIs there anything else anyone has to say before we disperse?â David asked as he sat at the head of the long, oblong table in the conference room.
He looked around the room at the staff of ten who sat around the table. No one said a thing. He continued, âWell, thatâs all I have for today. I will see you all later. Wade, could you please stay behind? Thereâs something I want to discuss with