it.”
“Really?”
“Yes no problem. And I can make it quick. By the way my name is Desiree but everyone calls me Desi.”
“Desi? I’m Madison. But they call me Maddie.”
Desiree removed her brush and comb from her bag then took out her pigtails.
“So how old are you?”
“Eight and a half.”
“Wow I have an Eight year old son.”
“Did you want him to be a girl?”
“I thought it would have been nice. But I love my son too.”
A minute later Madison looked in the mirror and smiled.
“Wow that was fast. It looks cute. Thank you.”
“How did you know how to do that if you only have a son?”
“I have a niece and I love putting her hair in pigtails she has pretty hair just like yours.”
Madison beamed.
“Well you better get outside you were in a hurry.
“Oh yeah. Thanks again.”
Madison ran out the bathroom and Desiree smiled as she walked into a stall. As she walked out the bathroom drying her hands, she looked around the church to where Charles and Zack were sitting. With the seats filling up fast, she walked to the pew behind Charles and Zack. As she did, she was face to face with an older woman.
“Excuse me is it ok if I sit here?”
“Oh of course. I haven’t seen you here before are you new?”
“Actually I am just visiting. I brought my son up here to see his dad and he invited me to church with them.”
“Well everyone is welcome in the house of God.”
“Thank you.”
Desiree grabbed a seat as the older woman smiled wider.
“I am Deaconess Norris.” The older woman took Desiree’s hand in hers.
“Desiree Holloway. My son up there is Zack and his Dad Charles Denton.”
“If you want to sit next to your husband.”
“Oh no we are not married…not anymore.”
“You’re divorced?” she looked at Desiree with saddened eyes. But Desiree smiled back at her.
“About 7 years and I am glad to say I am not looking back.”
“Oh I’m sorry.”
“Oh don't be it was a long time ago and I was upset at first but then I realized that it was worth it. I had to find myself again.”
“Well at least your baby is doing well with it.”
Desiree laughed.
“Well my son is most definitely not a baby. He is eight and growing too soon and as for Charles well they haven’t been together in a long while.”
Desiree angled her head and looked away from the older woman.
“What is it dear?”
“Nothing I just realized I don't know you and you don't know me and I am just running off at the mouth.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry.”
“I know. It just seems so easy talking to you. I am sorry though.”
“No need darling I am here to listen. My momma always used to tell me that I had one of those spirits where people could tell me their deepest darkest secrets and know I would never tell a soul.”
Desiree smiled. She could see how that was possible. There was something about that woman that made Desiree feel comfortable in her presence. She looked around the huge sanctuary.
“So this is a pretty big church.”
“One of the biggest here. Do you attend service where you’re from?”
“Yes every Sunday or so. I am actually the choir director. Well our church is kinda small so I guess you can say I am the choir.”
They both laughed.
“Well as long as you are singing onto the Lord nothing else matters.”
“I agree. So mind if I ask where your family is?”
“Well my husband is up front sitting next to Pastor Ryder. He is actually giving the message today.” she beamed with pride.
“Oh how wonderful.”
“And our oldest daughter is right over there with her husband and son. My son should be here soon with his daughter after Sunday school they always share a donut and orange juice.”
As if on cue, a cute young girl came running up to Deaconess Norris.
“Nana we made it. Hi Desi.”
Desiree smiled and Rachael looked at her.
“You two know each other?”
“We met in the little girl’s room.”
“Yeah Desi did my hair. Daddy kinda