Just that morning, Amaryllis had crassly told Nicholas that Michelle would get over the hurt she had caused her. Now she had a change of heart. “Yeah, but still, I've done some evil things to you. I can't imagine that I'd be as forgiving if I were in your shoes, Michelle.”
“It comes with growth. In time, you'll get there.”
Amaryllis's flight number was called. “Well, I guess that's my cue.”
Michelle helped her gather her bags. “Make sure you find a church home when you get back to Chicago.”
Amaryllis placed her carry on bag on her shoulder and stood still looking at Michelle.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Michelle asked.
“Because we look almost identical, but we're so different.”
“Bishop Graham told you that you have the power to change that.”
“Michelle, you are a great example for me to follow in this walk with God and I love you for who you are. If I can be half the woman you are, my life would be just about perfect.”
That statement brought more tears to Michelle's eyes and she hugged Amaryllis again. “That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.”
They held each other for a long thirty seconds, then Amaryllis' zone number was called and it was time for her to board. Michelle broke the embrace and held Amaryllis' face in her hands.
“I'm proud of you, little sister.”
Tears spilled onto Amaryllis' cheeks as she turned and walked away. When she got to the boarding door that led to the airplane, Michelle called her name and Amaryllis turned around. Michelle stood with a tear-stained face and she could hardly get her words out.
“I need a maid of honor for this Saturday. Do you know anyone who may be interested?”
Amaryllis immediately dropped her bag and ran into her sister's arms. The boarding clerk approached Amaryllis and tapped her shoulder. “Excuse me, Miss, that was the last call. You must board the plane.”
Michelle took Amaryllis' ticket from her hand and gave it to the boarding clerk. “She's not boarding this plane. Can you change the date of this ticket to next Sunday?”
At first, the airline refused to unload Amaryllis' baggage because it would delay the plane. Amaryllis finally got to see her big sister do her thang. After Michelle clowned in the airport and threatened to sue, Amaryllis' baggage was released and brought to her feet.
Outside, the two sisters were greeted by a white stretch limousine. The driver opened the back door for them and Michelle got in first.
When Amaryllis stepped in, she saw both Nicholas and James seated. “What's going on?” Amaryllis asked.
“Daddy's taking us all out to dinner.”
Amaryllis looked at her father. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Nicholas smiled. “You're welcome, Baby Girl.”
For years, Amaryllis longed to be acknowledged by her father and Michelle was glad that he'd finally given her the right nickname. Amaryllis looked at James. What could she possibly say that would make things right between them? She would just have to speak from her heart. “James, I don't know what to say that could make up for what I've done to you. There really are no words that would express how sorry I am.”
On the seat next to James lay a dozen roses. He picked up the bouquet and gave them to her. “This is a day of new beginnings, Amaryllis, so I want to present these roses to the second most beautiful woman in the world.”
Amaryllis remembered what happened the last time James called her beautiful and gave her a rose. She also knew what he meant by
new beginnings
: their friendship.
Two weeks after Amaryllis had returned from Las Vegas, she and Bridgette were on their way home after putting in twelve hours at the law firm. Amaryllis was grateful her position as an administrative assistant was still available after three months. Truly God had covered her completely. They were at a stop light on Bomer Avenue when Amaryllis looked to her left and saw Holy Deliverance Baptist Church. She thought of Randall and wondered if he was inside. She remembered that Monday nights were men's ministry at the church.
“Bridgette, turn right and park.”
Bridgette looked at her. “For what?”
“I wanna see if Black is in the church. There's something I need to do.”
Bridgette thought Amaryllis was up to her old tricks. “Amaryllis, you've finally gotten your life together. Why do you wanna start some mess? The man is happily married with a family.”
“Will you just turn and park this car?”
Bridgette reluctantly parked and Amaryllis got out of the car. She entered the church and walked through the sanctuary door. Randall was standing facing her, talking to about fifty men and boys. He saw her face and stopped in mid-sentence. Everyone turned to see what had captured his attention and saw a beautiful woman. He motioned for a deacon to come to him. “Deacon Jones, can you take over for me?”
Randall walked out into the vestibule and stood in front of her. “Hi.”
“Hey, how are you?” Amaryllis asked nervously. She wanted to turn and run out of the church, but now that she was there, she had to execute what she came to do.
“Fine, thanks. What brings you by?”
“Bridgette and I were on our way home from work and I saw the church and thought about you. I just wanted to stop in and say hello.”
“Well, I'm glad you did. It's been what, about a year and a half since I've seen you? You look beautiful, as usual.”
Amaryllis looked at the man she had once shared a home with for two years. He was even more handsome than she remembered. Marriage looked good on him. “You look good too, Black. Husbandhood certainly agrees with you.”
Randall smiled. “Now, there's a name I haven't heard in a while. You're the only one who's ever called me that.”
“Well, you'll always be Black to me.”
Randall stared at Amaryllis and noticed something different about her mannerism and character, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
“Why are you looking at me like I'm an abstract art painting?” Amaryllis asked after noticing Randall's stare.
“There's something different about you.”
Amaryllis was hoping Randall could see her light shining before she told him her good news. “What do you mean?”
“I don't know, it's like you're glowing or something.”
Amaryllis smiled and she couldn't hold it in any longer. “Black, I've got a testimony, a confession, an apology and a request.”
At the word
testimony
, Randall's eyebrows shot up in the air. “A testimony? What do you know about testifying, Amaryllis?”
“I'm getting ready to tell you. Recently, I was visiting my sister, Michelle, in Las Vegas when something happened to me that almost killed me. I was in a coma for a few hours and the doctors thought I wasn't gonna pull through.”
“I'm sorry to hear that. What happened?”
“I'd rather not say, but I was doing things I had no business doing. But God touched me and woke me up.”
Randall's eyebrows rose again. “What did you say?”
“I said
God
pulled me through.”
Randall had to walk away from Amaryllis. He got about ten feet away then turned around and came back and stood in front of her. She was talking like a saint, and if it was one thing Randall knew about Amaryllis, it was that she was no saint. “What are you saying, Amaryllis?”
“I'm saying that in Las Vegas, I got saved and sanctified, Black. That's my testimony.”
Randall's mouth dropped wide open. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. When I got back from Vegas, I joined Progressive Life-Giving Word Cathedral in Hillside and was baptized by Apostle Donald L. Alford. I even got Bridgette going to church with me and we both gave up gambling.”
She was blowing Randall's mind, and again, he walked away from her and came back. He reached out and hugged her. “Amaryllis, that's wonderful. I always prayed that you'd come to know and love God. Welcome to the family.”
“Thanks, Black. It feels good to be a part of the family. But now I have a confession.”
“Okay, I'm listening.”
“I don't want you to interrupt me until I'm done. This is new and hard for me, and if I stop, I don't think I'll be able to finish.”
“Okay.”
Amaryllis took a deep breath and let it out. “When we were living together, I was sleeping with a guy name Darryl for money. The guys that trashed your car were his posse. He set that up for me because I was mad at you for cutting off my gambling money.” She studied Randall's face, but he showed no sign of anger. “I turned your cell phone off the night that young man, Brandon, came here to the church looking for you. I did that so Cordell couldn't contact you and change your mind about going with me to Veronica's house. And I erased the message he left for you. I got you drunk that night on purpose. I knew Veronica spiked the punch and I deliberately didn't tell you. So, I'm the reason you almost lost your job.”
Amaryllis was bringing back serious memories. Listening to her speak of the past caused Randall to reflect back to the time when he spent an evening at her mother's house. Randall drove trains for the Chicago Transit Authority. He remembered drinking gin and juice when he thought it was punch. The next day Randall was so incoherent, he derailed a train.
Amaryllis kept looking at his face, but he didn't twinge. “A lady from Brandon's family called to tell you about his funeral arrangements, but I told her that she had the wrong Randall Loomis and to not call back, so I'm the reason you missed his funeral. And the evening that Cordell came over to take you to church, I purposely walked into the kitchen naked. I planned it that way.”
At the mention of Brandon, something tugged at Randall's heart. He'd met Brandon on a train one morning and befriended him. Randall didn't know at that time that Brandon was troubled. The day Randall met Brandon, he invited him to men's night. But because Amaryllis threw a hissy fit about Randall spending too much time at church and not enough quality time with her, Randall didn't keep his word with Brandon. When Brandon arrived at the church that evening, Randall was nowhere to be found. Because Brandon felt that Randall had stood him up, he left the church despondent. Brandon had lost one of his jobs earlier that day and when he got home, he found his three younger siblings had been removed from their home by DCFS. And to make matters worse, Brandon found his mother dead.
The next morning, Randall read in the newspaper that Brandon was found dead due to a single gunshot wound to the head. At the time, the police assumed it was suicide. Randall felt responsible for Brandon's death and his family's misfortune. He got himself together and left Amaryllis alone for good. Randall met and married a lady named Gabrielle who was barren. Together, Randall and Gabrielle adopted Brandon's younger siblings and were now living a happy and fulfilled life.
Randall was cool as a cucumber and Amaryllis couldn't believe how calm he was.
“There were times when your mother called for you and I didn't tell you because I didn't want you talking to her.” Amaryllis saved this bomb for last because she thought it would send Randall over the edge. But still he showed no emotion. “I'm done, Black.”
Randall was extremely calm. “Okay.”
“Okay? That's all you have to say?”
“What's there
to
say, Amaryllis?”
“I don't know, but say something. I just confessed to everything I've done to hurt you. Don't you wanna yell or something?”
“Nope. What purpose would that serve?”
“Well, I'm sorry, Black. I'm sorry for gambling, for prostituting my body, for cheating on you, for destroying the expensive Bible you bought me, for keeping you away from your mother, for all the lies I told you, for going to church with you and acting like a fool, for putting Cordell in awkward positions, for jeopardizing your health and job, for causing you not to be the mentor you needed to be for Brandon, for taking your furniture and selling it, for making you feel bad about going to church, for taking your love for granted, for not appreciating you the way I should have and for not being the woman you needed me to be.”
By the time Amaryllis was done apologizing, her face was streaked with mascara. Randall was messed up too. For so long, he had prayed that Amaryllis would come to a point of maturity and take responsibility for her actions. Even after they separated, he had continued praying for her.
He wiped tears from his own eyes. “You said you had a request, what is it?”
With the history she and Randall shared, Amaryllis knew she had no right to ask this of him, but she couldn't leave this church and go on with her life until Randall released her. “I need you to forgive me, Black; for everything.”