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Pastor, is my reason for speaking out.”
    Pastor Margie swallowed, almost afraid to ask her next question, but knew she had to in order to move forward with the wedding nuptials. “And what might that cause be?”
    â€œShe knows.” He pointed and stared accusingly at Mother Doreen, who stood shocked and confused. “Please don’t add insult to injury by standing up there like the perfect little bride acting as if you have no idea whatsoever why this man shouldn’t marry you.” He looked at Wallace. “If I were you, I’d get out of here right now, run, and never look back.” His attention turned back to Mother Doreen, but he was still speaking to Wallace. “She’ll ruin your life and go on with her own as if she didn’t have a care in the world.”
    His evil stare caused Mother Doreen to look away. She felt as though she were staring evil right in the face. It didn’t matter how dressed up, smart, and handsome this man looked, he meant harm . . . and she appeared to be his target. But why? She’d never met this man before in her life. Therefore, there was no way he knew her. This had to have been some mistake. For a minute there, Mother Doreen had allowed her mind to wander down the same thought path as earlier—that God was trying to give her a sign that she should not wed Wallace. But she’d come too far. She’d come all the way down that church aisle. No way He would have brought her this far . . . only to leave her here . . . alone . . . without a husband.
    Frustrated as frustrated could be at this point, Mother Doreen spoke up. “Look, sir, I have no idea who you are, and you surely don’t know me. Maybe I have the same name as someone you thought you knew,” Mother Doreen tried to reason. “I don’t know what your deal is.” She threw her hands up and let them drop to her side. “All I know is that this wedding is already almost two hours late in getting started.” She looked at Wallace. “And if I have to wait even one more minute to marry this wonderful man, then I’m going to lose my mind.”
    â€œHow fitting you should say that,” the man chuckled, “lose your mind. Considering that’s exactly what happened to my mother thanks to you.”
    Still, Mother Doreen was very confused, and it showed on her exasperated face. “Child, I don’t know you or your mama.” Mother Doreen pointed her finger at the man. “But if I ever do meet your mother, I’m certainly going to tell her about your actions here today, and I’m sure she won’t be too proud about it.”
    â€œLauren Casinoff,” were the words he said. Lauren Casinoff were the words that shot from his mouth like a hot bullet, and they landed right in Mother Doreen’s gut. The force was so hard that it shot her back into Wallace’s arms. Her limp body felt lifeless. The bullet of a word had hit a major organ; two to be exact. It had hit her heart. It had hit her brain. The blow to her brain shook Mother Doreen from the present, all the way back to the past. It was far back into the past leading up to the day when the name Lauren Casinoff would alter her life, and now, all these years later, possibly come back to destroy it.

Chapter Six
    Of all the men in the state of Kentucky, Doreen Nelly Mae Hamilton had to be smitten with William Tucker. No one in town saw that love connection coming. The two were total opposites. Doreen was raised by parents who regularly attended and volunteered in the church. Willie’s parents ran a juke joint named Our Place, which Doreen’s parents referred to as a sin hole. Doreen dressed clean-cut and pretty; nice, handmade dresses as a result of her mother’s handiwork. Willie wore a style that the children of Generation X think they started—sagging. Why smooth, well-groomed, good girls always seemed to be a magnet for the boys who were rough