Practicing What You Preach. Vanessa Davis Griggs

they were Black moles as in Pearl Black. Her oval-shaped face was Great-granny’s face if I ever saw it. I’ve seen pictures of Great-granny when she was in her sixties. I see the resemblance. That’s how Great-granny looked before she got older.”

      “Angel, okay now. Be reasonable. I knew I shouldn’t have said anything to you about this. That’s what I get for listening to somebody else,” Gayle said.

      “I am being reasonable. And for the last time, you were right to tell me, and you were right on time to tell me now,” Angela said. “But don’t worry. I’m not planning on letting any of this interfere with my wedding. Brent deserves more than that from me. I say that I trust God. I say that God will make a way out of no way. I say that my God will supply all of my needs according to His riches in glory. Well, Arletha Brown was absolutely correct earlier when she said I need to start practicing what I preach.”

      Angela stopped at a red light and looked over at me. She grinned. “Melissa, when we get back, I need to put one more invitation to my wedding in the mail, pronto.”

      “Dare I even guess to whom?” I asked.

      She smiled. “You’re guessing correctly. I’m sending one to Ms. Arletha Brown.”

      “She’s not going to come,” Gayle said with a tone of force along with a touch of weariness in her voice.

      “Oh, she’s going to come. I just have a feeling that if I invite her, Ms. Arletha Brown will come.”