Loving Contrasts - Chapter 20.1

After a long and yet amazing day at work, Chandler came home expecting to share a good meal, a relaxing night and some fantastic news with his wife. Instead he came home to a frazzled woman, family drama, and bad news. No dinner was cooked. Not even a pie was baked.

Ignoring his hunger pains, Chandler sat in the black recliner of the den and prayerfully listened as Inaya paced the floor and told him what Joe had done and what Uzuri attempted to do. He listened with quiet assurance that all was not what it seemed, especially after what Dr. Parsley, the genealogist expert, revealed about his personal history post-show.

“Well, aren’t you going to say anything?” Inaya said, stopping in front of him after he remained silent for a full minute once she was done talking.

“Yes, Joe is a punk and your mother is a bold-faced liar,” Chandler said calmly, standing to his feet.

“I agree on both things, but I don’t think Mama lied about everything,” Inaya said, returning to her pacing. “Not only did I see a mirror image of you on that photo she had, blue eyes and all, but I checked your birth certificate for myself. Your parents’ names were listed as Marguerite Jean-Baptiste and Jerry Murdock. Plus you were born in a small town called Truffleville, Georgia on the exact day she mentioned. The only thing that doesn’t add up is the fact that Mama said she gave her son up for adoption. Is it possible that your father told you that your birth mother willingly gave you to him, instead of sharing the harsh truth that he found out about your existence and then rescued you from an adoption agency just in time?”

“I’ve only been adopted once and my father told me the truth. Thanks be to God Who sees all and knows all, because I just so happen to have ready proof that you’re not my sister today of all days,” Chandler said. He reached into his rear pocket and pulled out the brown envelope that Dr. Parsley had given him after the show.   

Inaya stopped pacing again. She received the envelope and opened it with shaky hands. Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened in shock as the truth, the real truth about his paternity was revealed. “Oh my God!” she said, finally looking up at him with glossy eyes.

Chandler smiled. “Yes. Ain’t God good?”

“All the time.” She grinned.

“You ready to make a surprise visit to your mother’s house and get this nonsense cleared up once and for all?”

“Yep.”

“Cool. But first we need to take a shower and get gussied up. Because afterward, we’re going out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate this victory God gave us over our enemies,” Chandler said. Then he took her hand and led the way to the staircase. “No weapon formed against us shall prosper. It won’t work,” he sang all the way upstairs.

© 2014 by Suprina Frazier

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