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worse. Fear ripped through her as she tried to prepare herself for the storm that was brewing. A cold chill swept through her the longer Bishop continued to speak.
    â€œToday, a witch came into my office and tried to manipulate me. I will not tolerate a witch in this church. People who operate under a satanic anointing will tear a church up and I won’t have it. Therefore, I want to say to that person she has to leave today.”
    Misha knew what was coming next. She could feel it in her spirit. She prayed he wasn’t talking about her. But, she knew differently. He looked directly at her.
    â€œMs. Holloway, when you came to our church, we accepted you as family. But as with any devil, if you wait, the true fruit will appear. The Bible says you will know them by their fruit. Well, now I have seen your fruit. How dare you come in here and try to tell me something about myself? You don’t know anything about me or what goes on in my house. You’re a witch and have a spirit of divination. I will not let a witch come in here and destroy this church. Get out. Get out now and don’t come back. Deacons, help her to the door,” Bishop said, waving his arm in the direction of the door at the back of the church.
    â€œWait a minute. What’s going on?” Roger’s eyes were questioning as he looked at Bishop and then Misha.
    â€œMinister Williams, if you don’t like it, you can follow her.”
    Misha looked at Roger, his mouth open and eyes full of wonder. She waited for him to defend her. When he didn’t say anything in her defense, she gathered her jacket and purse and was slowly escorted out the door by two deacons. She could hear the whispers in the crowd as she walked down the aisle to the door. Someone began clapping and there began a slow ascension of hands clapping from the congregation. They were agreeing with Bishop. Misha couldn’t look at them. These were the same people who, only a few weeks ago, applauded her and celebrated her accomplishments. She couldn’t believe they would turn on her so quickly.
    She stopped at the door of the church, waiting to hear one voice stand and defend her. When no one did, she walked out the door. They were going along with Bishop even though they did not know the real story. They blindly followed him and put their trust in him. So whatever he said went. Today, the thing going was her. And where was Roger? Was he coming to her defense? She waited at her car for him to follow her out of the church, but he never showed. One deacon walked to her, apologizing for what happened, but asked that she leave the premises or he would have to call the police.
    She began her journey home until her weeping became so bad she could not drive. She pulled her car into the parking lot of a grocery store and picked up the phone to call Roger, only to get his voicemail. What just happened to her? She didn’t understand any of it. She only wanted answers to what was going on with her. This night she got none. If anything, she was more confused than ever.
    â€œHow could he treat me like that?” she wondered out loud. “He called me a witch. I’m not a witch!” She yelled alone in her car. “God, please help me!” She continued trying to get Roger on his cell until she arrived home. It was after ten when he finally called her back. She was in the bed but sleep eluded her. Tears fell freely onto her pillow. She leaped for the phone on her nightstand when it rang.
    â€œMisha, what did you say to Bishop? He seems to think I had something to do with it. He wants to sit me down. What did you do?” Roger questioned her.
    â€œI didn’t do anything. I told him I know things and he got angry. That’s all. He got so upset he asked me to leave his office.”
    â€œYou know how hard I work in the ministry. How could you do something to destroy it? I thought you loved me.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about? I do love