The Yada Yada Prayer Group Gets Tough (Yada Yada Prayer Group, Book 4)
Neta Jackson
Language: English
Pages: 373
ISBN: 1591453585
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The best-selling Yada Yada Prayer Group learns that when our guard is down, that's when the enemy attacks.
school. Peter Douglass charmed all the staff, then he charmed me by giving me a ride home along with a box of leftover Gino’s pizza, which I planned to warm up and serve my family for supper. I even gave in and let Denny and the kids fill their plates with pizza and hot garlic bread and take it into the living room to watch the news. Make that Denny, Josh, and me. Amanda opted to munch in the kitchen with the phone to her ear. The news wasn’t pretty. Iraqi insurgents chose to ignore the U.S.
Probably asking him about writing a letter on Becky’s behalf to send to the parole board. Hoo boy. Becky Wallace at Uptown Community. How many more places in my life was my own personal thief going to show up? Sheesh. Give You an inch, God, and You take a mile. I overheard Denny inviting Peter Douglass to the men’s breakfast on Saturday—a gig that happened every third weekend of the month. Not sure he got a commitment. In fact, I got the feeling that Peter wasn’t all that excited about attending
a mostly white church. Before he and Avis got married, he’d been visiting other churches like Salem Baptist, where Rev. James Meeks, one of our state senators, was pastor. I knew this was something Avis and Peter were going to have to work out now that they were married. But I felt a pang. What if . . . OK, God, I’m not going to go there. But can I put in a request? I really want Avis and Peter to stay at Uptown Community. We need them! It’s too easy for us to be a church of “people like us,”
knew his mind was somewhere else. After a full block in silence, I finally prompted, “Any discussion?” “Well, yeah. Some of the questions and comments got kind of hot. Carl Hickman unloaded at one point—a lot of resentment about ‘bigoted cops’ and ‘a system that keeps you down.’ A few of the white guys argued that it’s not all one-sided. But mostly we listened.” He snorted. “Huh. Josh probably asked more questions than anybody. But it was good. All good.” The two-flat we rented loomed into
was a trooper. OK, bye.” Hm. Too bad. I would’ve liked to see little Andy again. I hit Erase. “Jodi?” For a moment I wasn’t sure who had left the second message. I could barely hear the caller; the voice sounded low, despondent. “I . . . please call me, mi amiga.” Delores! She sounded terrible. I reached for the phone to call her right back, but the third message started up. “Denny, this is Mark Smith.” Oh yeah, Mark and Nony are home; thank You, God. “Listen, brother, give me a call, tonight