Chapter 12: If Only (April 2017)

Khadijah walks toward the church rising above the busy avenue and feels her legs shaking in her four-inch heels as they click on the cement staircase. Her pounding heart feels like it’s lifting the rhinestones on the clingy pink-top and her anxiety is begging her to flee, but Khadijah knows this is exactly where she needs to be. She takes a deep breath as she lifts her bosom and pulls her shoulders back, puckers her peony-pink lips and straightens her silky black hair set as a tubular crown framing her ebony skin and hazel-brown eyes shadowed with glittery purple eyeshadow and exaggerated black lashes.

Before pushing through the oversized wooden doors of St. Catherine she sees a glint from the side of her eye. With the elegance of a dancer she folds to picks up two shiny coins and rises holding them in her palm, a motion that calms her nerves. She blesses the coins, thanks them for giving her good energy and drops the two silver quarters into the basket perched outside the sanctuary before walking toward Jesus and her hopes for forgiveness.

As she looks around, admiring the colored glass and the golden statues, she is reminded of the life that could have been hers, just before hearing his voice call her name.

“Are you Khadijah Adams in the flesh?” Father Lorenzo asks as he steps out of the confessional, his eyes alit at the site of her in his sanctuary. A smile brightens his face as he takes exaggerated steps toward her.

 “This is not like Daddy’s church,” she says with a smile and an outstretched arm. “Yes, I am, so nice to finally meet you Father Lorenzo.”

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