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prayed. “So where is mine? Lord, I’ve tried to do right by you. I’ve done everything you’ve asked us to do in your Word. I’ve shown love to people, I’ve stayed away from sin and fornication, I go to church, and I tithe. I even started losing weight and taking better care of my body like you told me to. What more do I have to do before you do your part? You said whatever we ask for in Jesus’ name, we shall receive if we’re obedient and have faith. Well, I’ve been asking, Lord. When will it be due season for me? When will my harvest come?”
    Kina checked the time. It was only 9:00 P.M. , but she figured she might as well turn in early. There was no point in staying up and being tortured by depression and disappointment. She turned off the light in her living room and prepared to take a cold shower and crawl into bed alone.
    As she peeled off her clothes, Kina caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror attached to her dresser. “Maybe it’s time to add a little ‘work’ to my faith,” she uttered, looking at her body in the mirror. She pinched her plump cheeks to bring needed color to her olive skin. She sucked in her pudgy stomach as best she could for a more flattering profile. “After all, the Lord helps those who help themselves, right?” She tried to rake her pageboy haircut into different positions to give it an edgier look.
    Not that she possessed a sense of entitlement, but Kina did feel like, as a child of the King, she should be able to get at least a few of the things she wanted out of life. Considering that God had promised to bless exceedingly, abundantly beyond anything she could imagine, she didn’t think a husband for herself and a father for Kenny was asking too much.

Chapter 4
    â€œ We’ve perfected phoniness so much at church and around our friends that you’re starting to believe the bull we’re putting out to the rest of the world.”
    â€” Sullivan Webb
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    â€œCharles?” called Sullivan as she entered the ornately decorated foyer of their spacious contemporary Victorian home. “Are you here?”
    â€œYeah, I’m in the study,” he shouted back.
    She wasn’t surprised to find him there. Charles was spending more and more time in the study. There was a time when he would have been waiting to greet her as soon as she entered the door from one of her many shopping sprees or salon appointments. These days, however, she was more likely to be greeted by the housekeeper, Mavis, than her husband. It wasn’t that he was avoiding Sullivan; it just seemed that his life had moved on without her.
    Sullivan walked into the study and found Charles staring into his computer’s monitor from behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “Hey.”
    â€œHello, sweetheart. How was dinner with the girls?”
    â€œThe girls were great, Reggie’s dinner, on the other hand, left a lot to be desired.”
    Charles chuckled a little. “I guess you’ve got to give Sister Reggie credit for trying.”
    â€œShe needs to try harder. I’m starving,” whined Sullivan, rubbing her hand across her toned stomach, which was a stark contrast to her husband’s portly belly. “I think there’s still some of that casserole left from yesterday. I can warm some up for you too if you’d like.”
    Charles still hadn’t taken his eyes off of the computer long enough to look at her. “No, don’t trouble yourself. I’m not really hungry.”
    â€œHow about a bottle of water?” she offered.
    â€œI’m fine, Sullivan.”
    Sullivan stood by idly a little longer, waiting for him to strike up a conversation or otherwise acknowledge her existence. It didn’t take long for her to conclude that she was waiting in vain. “I think I’m going to eat, then turn in. Should I wait up for you?”
    â€œNo, darling, you go on to bed.” He