Nov 4, 2005 (Part II)

Mac ironed a sharp crease in his pants.  He had made up his mind.  Tonight was the night.  No matter what it took, he was going to meet Dianne, no matter what.  Dianne had been coming to services for a month.  Somehow, she always managed to exit the sanctuary before Mac could get close to her.  Mac didn’t understand it either.  How was she doing it?  She had to know of a secret passage way or something to get out of church that fast.

Mac hung his gray Dockers up on a hanger after he finished ironing them.  He grabbed his black, white, and gray long sleeved Polo shirt and began ironing it.  Mac thought about Dianne.  She seemed to be acclimating to the services.  Each time, she seemed to get more involved in the services.  Mac laughed as he pictured her waving her hand ever so properly when the preacher told them to.  Dianne gave more of a princess on parade wave than she did a give God the praise wave.

Mac creased the sleeves in his shirt.  He had to make sure that he looked good.  Mac wondered if Dianne was rich.  She had been to eight or nine services and she had walked in the church wearing a different outfit each time.  Each outfit had a shoes and a purse to match.

Mac wanted to know more about the woman that kept eluding him.  He knew her routine.  She walked in with his aunt every service and sat next to his aunt.  At the end of every service, Dianne would speak to Sis. Taylor, Mother Andrew, and his uncle.  Mac planned to make his move when Dianne talked to his uncle.  Mac was going to sit with his uncle during service.  His uncle usually sat on the second row on Wednesday nights with some of the other elders.  Mac was going to hang with his uncle the whole night.  When his uncle went over to talk to Dianne, Mac was going to be right there.  He put the finishing touches on his shirt and proceeded to shine his shoes.  He was going to look good when he meet Dianne.  He was going to meet her, no matter what.

Dr. Adkins-Garnett was putting on her yellow blouse.  She watched her five-foot eight dark-skinned husband put on his a-shirt and then his dress shirt.  He looked as handsome as ever; despite a few gray hairs and a small pooch in his mid section.  Kevon looked at his wife, who was staring at him.  Her light brown eyes danced as the light hit them.  She was still beautiful.  Her natural beige skin was still soft to the touch and her hair was even longer than it was when they first met.  His wife took care of herself.  Every two weeks, she went to the nail salon and the beauty shop.  He didn’t mind either; he liked his wife to look good.

He made a face at his wife, “Woman, you eyeballing me?”  Dr. Adkins-Garnett smiled at him, “Yep.  Is there something wrong with that?”  Kevon walked over to his wife and kissed her on the lips, “Nope, shole ain’t.”  He did his wife’s favorite dance for her before walking out of the room to the bathroom.  Kevon could not believe that the silly dance he did for his wife still made her giggle like a school girl.

Dr. Adkins-Garnett finished getting dressed.  She put on her black skirt.  She didn’t feel like dressing up tonight, so she kept it simple with her black skirt and yellow blouse.  She was going to wear her everyday heels, too.  Her husband walked back into the room, “Baby, why is Mac always looking for you after every service?”  Dr. Adkins-Garnett laughed, “I cannot believe you haven’t figured it out yet.”  Kevon responded, “Woman, what are you talking about?”  Dr. Adkins-Garnett laughed even harder before she said, “Mac likes Dianne.  I think he is trying to meet her.”  Kevon laughed, “Well, would you please let him meet her.  I am tired of him worrying me all the time.  That boy keeps bugging me after every service.  He does not need to talk to you after every service.  Good grief.”  Dr. Adkins-Garnett grunted, “Dianne doesn’t want to be bothered with him.  You know how he can be.  He probably has planned their first four dates.  Besides, Dianne is out of that boy’s league.”  Kevon adjusted his belt, “Yea, she is.  Is she rich or something?  I do not think she has worn and outfit where the shoes and purse didn’t match.”  Dianne paused for a second, “Since I have known her, I haven’t seen her wear anything twice myself.”  Kevon looked at his wife, “You lying.”  Dr. Adkins-Garnett said, “I ain’t lying.  She hasn’t.  I do not know if she is rich or not.  She said that her previous job allowed her to get the stuff that she has.”  Kevon made a face, “What kind of job did she have?”  Dr. Adkins-Garnett shrugged her shoulders, “I have no idea.  She won’t tell me.  She doesn’t like to talk about it.”  Kevon nodded, “Okay, you should still let your nephew meet her before I strangle him.”  Dr. Adkins-Garnett laughed, “Do not strangle my baby.  I will see what I can do for him.”