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for the good.”
    â€œYou believe that?” she asked, as timidly as that of a new preschooler who is unsure if his parents will pick him up.
    â€œYes, I wholeheartedly know God can turn a mess into something exquisite. Believe in Him, girl.”
    She said, “Thanks. I really needed this. Bye.”
    When we hung up I prayed for her. I had peace that though this isn’t what I wanted for her, the Lord would not forsake her. I vowed to be more involved in her life.
    The evening was drawing near and I was faced with having no babysitter. My mom, dad, younger brother, and his fiancée were off visiting her parents somewhere in Baltimore, Maryland, so they couldn’t help me out.
    The only person I knew I could trust with my babies was Grandma. I hoped she was home and not at one of her many church concerts. She was the organist for about twenty local churches. It wasn’t that many, but every time I turned around she was playing for somebody different. She said she didn’t even need to practice. Whatever she struck up playing, the choir would chime in singing. She was a strong black lady.
    One day I got into her business, and I said, “Please tell me you ain’t doin’ all this for free.” I’m not saying the Lord isn’t good, but they were using her and wearing her out! She told me that she was getting a little something on the side so I was very excited that Grandma had business savvy. She was racking up with all them churches.
    Glad for a fashion breakthrough, I pulled out a sexy, black cosmopolitan dress. I needed something to excite Dillon. I wanted badly to energize him more fully than a charged battery.
    â€œOh, yeah, this is it,” I said, trying on the piece that had been in my closet for far too long.
    It was strapless and it was form fitting at the top. At the bottom it flowed out like a fishtail. He wouldn’t be able to resist me. I was sure about it. I was actually quite happy about being happy about us. Grandma just had to be available!
    â€œShar- ri,” she said with a country twang, “I just don’t feel well. I’m quite tired, not tonight.”
    â€œYes, Mame,” I said, sounding polite, but saddened.
    â€œYou understand don’t you, sweetie?” she said, sounding even more pitiful that she couldn’t do it for me.
    I couldn’t get mad at my grandma. Of course, this was last minute and she was getting old. She needed to rest, but I just was counting on her. I wanted to yell, “It’s my birthday, Grandma, please! It’ll be alright, the babies will sleep. Come on, it’s my birthday.” I could hear that she did sound quite weak. I didn’t push it.
    â€œMommy!” my oldest yelled as she ran into my room and tugged at my housecoat.
    She didn’t care that she didn’t give me any respect while I was on the phone. Dillon had her so spoiled that she wanted what she wanted when she wanted it. Breaking her out of that would be my mission.
    Cutting my conversation short with Grandma as I told her to get some rest, I said, “Okay, Stori, what’s so important, sweetie?”
    â€œThe baby fell, the baby fell!” she squealed.
    At first, I couldn’t hear screams coming from my child, but when I listened more intensely and walked to her room the horrifying sound became all too clear. I jetted into my baby’s bedroom at that point and found her blaring at the top of her little lungs.
    At that same insane moment, the garage door went up. I knew I needed to calm that child down before Dillon came in the house. He goes incessantly crazy whenever he thinks something is wrong with the girls. Our night would be ruined before it began.
    Trying to figure out what happened, I thought back that she had been asleep when I put her down. I guess Stori went in there and woke her up. Starr had a few more minutes before she normally got up and she must have decided to climb out. It was okay