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My Son's Wife

By Shelia E. Lipsey

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My Son’s Wife

Another Novel
by
Bestselling Author, Shelia E. Lipsey
 



Other books by Shelia E. Lipsey
Into Each Life
Sinsatiable 



Dedication
To All Those Who Are Different

Have we not all one father? hath not one God created us? Why do we deal
treacherously every man against his brother? Malachi 2:10a
 

Acknowledgements
I honor you, God, for all of your manifold blessings. For loving yourself some Shelia. To you, God, for continually showering me with your unmerited favor, unconditional love, mercy and grace. To you, God, for ordering my steps. To you, God, for never letting me go, for keeping me cradled safely in your arms. You alone are my rock, my sword, my shield, my buckler. I am grateful, grateful, so grateful, for every good and perfect gift bestowed on me by You. I love you, Lord, because you first loved me. In everything I do, may I always give You the praise, glory and honor.
Your child,
Shelia
 
There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus, who do not walk according to the flesh, but according to the Spirit. Romans 8.1



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It's not the tragedies that kill us. It's the messes. - Dorothy Parker

“Frankie, listen. Let’s not argue about….”
“What do you mean? Don’t you think it’s a little too late for that? This argument has already started.”
Frankie’s voice rose a higher octave. Rena took a step backward. She had been privy to Frankie’s volatile temper one too many times. And with less than a week left before she walked down the aisle with Stiles, she didn’t want to chance having a bruised face.
“You know that the wedding is already planned and set. The invitations have gone out so even if I wanted to, there’s no way I can back out now. Face it, Frankie; I’m going to marry him.” Rena chose her words carefully as she cautiously moved another step backward from Frankie’s reach.
“No, I won’t face it. What you meant to say is you don’t want to call this wedding off. I don’t believe this.”
“Look, Frankie, listen to me. Please.” Rena inched in toward Frankie again like an earthworm trying to find its way back into the dirt from whence it came. “Frankie, believe me when I say this. I love you. You think I don’t remember what we’ve shared since we were fifteen years old? If only things were different. But they aren’t. So please try to understand.” Rena reached over and gently rubbed the tips of Frankie’s quivering fingers. Tears crested in Rena’s eyes as she witnessed the hurt etched across Frankie’s face.
“But how can you do this? How can you do this to us, Rena? You don’t love Stiles. He’s just convenient. You want him because of who he is and what he can provide for you. But love should mean more to you than a nice bank account or being the wife of the adopted son of the Senior Pastor of some hypocritical church.”
“You know it’s more to it than that,” Rena responded. “Stiles and I share a lot of things in common. So what if he happens to be Pastor Chauncey Graham’s son. The thing about it is he and I both love God. He’s kind. He’s gentle. He’s compassionate and he loves me.”
Frankie moved in closer and Rena’s eye widened as she waited on what she thought was coming next. She cowered and tried to cover her face.
“Please don’t do this, Frankie. Try to understand. See things from my perspective.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you.” Frankie stood close up on Rena and caressed her face. “Look at you. You’re pathetic, Rena. Don’t you get it? Maybe Stiles is all of that and a bag of chips to some. But not once have you ever told me that you love him. The two of you have been seeing each other for what, almost eight months, and mostly behind my back? But when I did find out about you two, I thought to myself; maybe you needed to venture out some, then you would come back to me and realize once and for all that we were meant to be together.” Frankie’s voice hardened with each word spoken. “And you’d know that you loved only me.”
“You’re right. I do love you, Frankie. I love you with all of my heart, but it’s a different kind of love.”
“No, I don’t think so. It’s not me who’s living the lie. I’m not ashamed of what we’ve shared. You’re the one who has the reservations. But like you said, we’ve been friends far too long. We love each other. Don’t you see, Rena? I am who I am, and you are who you are. ”
“I can’t believe this, Frankie. I mean look at us.” Rena extended her hands outward, looking at herself and then over at Frankie.
“What’s wrong with us? Tell me, Rena.”
“For God’s sake, Frankie, we’re two women! Where do you think we can go and be happy? How can we ever escape the harsh reality of what people will think about us, and don’t let me even begin to think about our families and what they would say? Or I should say, what God thinks about us. There’s no way I could face my parents, my family, and I certainly couldn’t face my church. You, well you’re stronger than I am. You always have been. I know you don’t believe in the Bible and what God has to say about homosexuality and lesbianism, but I do. I never intended for this to happen between us, but it did. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Frankie.”
“Sorry? How can you say that you’re sorry after everything we’ve been through? You’re a twenty-five year old woman, Rena. You’re grown. But you act like you owe something to your parents, the world and that church you run off to every Sunday. Tell me, if God is so righteous and loving, then why do you keep telling me that he hates what we have together, when all we have is love? What’s so wrong with that?” Frankie looked for some connection in Rena’s dark eyes. But for the first time, there was nothing but a vague emptiness.
“I’m going to marry Stiles. I have to. And I hope you’ll be at the wedding. I need you to be there.” Rena’s dark eyes pleaded with her. “It’s the only way for us to end this madness. I’m sorry,” Rena repeated then turned to walk away.
“Rena?”
Rena paused and looked back. “Yes, Frankie?”
“You think you’re sorry now. But you don’t know what sorry means. Wait until you marry Stiles Graham. Just wait.” Frankie’s voice trailed off into a whisper.

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