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Samina’s Chance: Chapter 29

Posted on 29/04/2015

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“What a lovely set.” Deidre gazed longingly at a display of fine chinaware.

Sheena rolled her eyes. “Dee, stop collecting plates.” Grabbing her friend’s arm, she steered her and the cart away from the display. “You already have a cupboard full of them. Why would you need another?”

Deidre peered over her shoulder and sighed. “It’s for Samina.”

Sheena snorted but eyed the box. It was a lovely set.

“Well, hopefully I won’t have to wait long to buy one for her.” Deidre stepped in front of the cart, moving to the next aisle.

“It might be sooner than you think.” Sheena pushed the cart beside her. “She’s not back yet?”

“Not yet. I plan on giving her an earful when she gets back.” She frowned at her best friend. “I don’t buy that ‘I need a vacation’ story one bit. Something is wrong.”

Sheena tamped a sigh. She too worried about Samina’s long absence and it didn’t help that Ezekiel was a bundle of jittery nerves, losing confidence every time her voicemail picked up instead of her.

Deidre paused to survey a stack of colorful blenders. “This is nice. I wish Gabe would let me get a new blender.”

“Dee…” Sheena smirked. “He’ll probably point out the two new blenders you got last Christmas.”

“I know.” Deidre rolled her eyes. “Now that he’s acting like a petulant child, it’s impossible getting him even listen to me. I’m getting fed up.”

“Tell me about it.” Sheena grunted. “It’s like walking on eggshells with Jere. Even the girls are calling him Grouchy Gramps.”

Deidre shook her head. “Nothing’s worse than Gabe kicking Obadiah out of the house. I mean what happened to spanking or grounding the child?” She folded her arms, getting angry all over again. “What good is sending him to his sisters’ place?”

“Men… they’re just big babies.”

“I already have three. Don’t want another.”

“That’s our lot to deal with, my dear friend.” Sheena eyed Deidre warily. “I’m honestly tired with the two of them.”

“They need to be locked in a room for a week to work out their childish grudge.”

But both women knew better. The resentment between their husbands ran deeper than just hurt feelings. It involved a past both men weren’t privy to share with their wives, even after all these years.

Sheena scowled. “Grown men acting like silly children. I refuse to celebrate this Thanksgiving with his grouchy behind.”

“I know. Celebrating with two grouchy old goats isn’t any better. No one will be in the thanking mood.” Deidre stepped into the next aisle. “This happens every time they go to Abbeville, it’s back to weeks of not talking to each other.”

Sheena scoffed. “Remember when Gabe went five years ago and refused to talk to Jere for weeks?”

“Don’t remind me.” Deidre groaned. “It’s too embarrassing when the kids are so aware of their behavior. When they were little, we could excuse their dads’ foolish behavior. Now it’s just too ridiculous.”

Sheena slid her hand along a short pile of fluffy towels. “I say to preserve our sanity and our marriage, let’s ban them from going to Abbeville.”

“Very good idea,” Deidre mumbled. “I refuse to compete with his past.”

“Me too.” Sheena picked up a face towel and then turned abruptly to her friend. “By the way, I heard Sammie started her new job. How is it going? She likes it?”

Deidre rolled her eyes. “Oh please Sheena. That is not a job.”

Sheena frowned. “Dee…”

“Seriously, I don’t understand why she’d rather work as a volunteer than finding a real job. There’s got to be something else out there.”

“Cut her some slack. At least it keeps her busy and it’s paid right?”

“Hourly wages,” Deidre made a face. “I was hoping she’d find one with a salary.”

Sheena smiled, replacing the towel on the shelf. “All you can do is to be patient and supportive.”

Deidre squinted at her friend. “Like I’m not doing that already?”

“Well Dee, I don’t think spamming her email with job postings is being patient or supportive. More like meddling.”

Deidre scoffed, moving around the towel stand.

“Hello there! Deidre?” a familiar, shrilling voice called out to them.

They turned to see Ebony Cassidy waving enthusiastically, her long pearls swaying, heels clicking as she hurried to meet them.

Both Sheena and Deidre stiffened, exchanging exasperated looks. “Does she even live in this neighborhood?” Deidre gritted through clenched teeth.

“May her ‘annoy-everyone-in-my-path’ radar is working too well,” Sheena muttered before forcing a bright smile on her face. “Hey Ebony.”

“Oh hey…” Ebony offered Sheena a fake smile before flashing an all-too-bright smile at Deidre. “I feel like we bump into each other in these places. We should schedule a shopping date one of these days.”

“We’ll see…” Deidre’s smile twitched. Accidentally running into Ebony all over town was torture enough.

Ebony eyed Sheena as she perused the items to her right before turning back to Deidre with a brighter smile. “Deidre dear, I wanted to tell you that what you’re doing is so sweet.”

Sheena and Deidre raised a brow at her. “Oh?” Deidre replied, not sure what she referred to but the knowing glint in her stare made her spine tingle. Ebony was trouble, no matter what she said or did.

“Uh-hmm,” Ebony replied, smile blinding. “If I had a son who was single and dreadfully alone, I wouldn’t mind you acting as matchmaker on his behalf.”

Deidre inhaled sharply.

Sheena frowned, glancing once at Deidre before turning back to Ebony.

They had to get out of here. Deidre grabbed the cart. “Uh yeah… Look, Ebony, nice bumping into you but we gotta go now. Bye.”

“Whose son is single and dreadfully alone?” Sheena mumbled as Deidre tried to maneuver the cart around a display without knocking it over. “Deidre?”

“Oh dear.” Ebony lifted a hand to her chest, her black eyes widened in surprise. “I thought you knew who I was talking about, Sheena.”

Sheena frowned. “Well since you insist on speaking only to Dee, I didn’t think it was any of my business.”

“Don’t be silly, Sheena.” Ebony rolled her eyes. “It is very much your business since it’s your son I’m referring to.”

Deidre bit back a groan. The mock innocence in Ebony’s face only made her want to grab Ebony by her pearls and drag her away.

“… What?” Sheena squeaked out, jerking her eyes to Deidre.

“Oops. Did I spoil the surprise?” Ebony’s eyes volleyed between the two friends “You mean you didn’t tell Sheena you spoke to Widow Pearson about finding her son a match?”

“What?!”

Deidre winced at the sharp sound of Sheena’s outcry. She gritted her teeth and slowly turned around to face Sheena.  “I-I can explain…”

“Girls, what about your plates?” Ezekiel called out to his girls as they hurried up the stairs to their room.

“Later, Dad!” Adelaide replied before closing the door, giggles muffled behind the walls.

He shook his head. “It’s like they’re allergic to chores or something…” He peered over to where Jeremiah sat with crates of vinyl records and old books before him. Walking over, he tugged out a vinyl cover from the crate and blew off the dust. “I can’t believe you still have these. Some are older than me.”

Jeremiah smiled wistfully as Ezekiel chuckled. “Remember any of them?”

“Of course.” Ezekiel scanned the stack of peeling covers. “You still got Coltrane’s Impressions in here?”

“In there somewhere.” He placed another book on top of the growing stack.

Ezekiel nodded, replacing the vinyl record in the crate near his right foot. His eyes moved over his father’s bent head and he cleared his throat. “Dad… Mind if I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Jeremiah mumbled, distracted by his chore.

Chipping the unpolished crate, Ezekiel mulled over his question.

“What is it?”

Ezekiel looked up at his father. “So, I have this friend. He’s a little confused about something…”

Jeremiah smirked, flipping through the album covers. “Confused about what, his job or life’s troubles?”

“No, Dad.” Ezekiel swallowed hard. “About a girl.”

Jeremiah chuckled dryly, gaze on the records. “Your friend’s in middle school?”

Ezekiel bristled. “I meant woman.”

“Okay, continue.”

“Well, you see he’s been friends with her since they were young but now he’s confused because of his newfound feelings for her.” He licked his dry lips. “He thinks it might be too late to tell her how he feels though. What do you think he should do?”

When Jeremiah didn’t respond, Ezekiel looked up.

His father’s brow was furrowed, jaw clenched visibly, hardened stare riveted to the crate of old books.

Ezekiel frowned. “Dad?”

Jeremiah flinched to attention, and then his brow darkened in a scowl. “Your friend is a fool.”

“Huh?” Ezekiel’s jaw dropped. “Wait, how?”

His father nodded, chin set stubbornly. “What’s his reason for keeping quiet and letting someone else take the woman he wants? Is your friend an idiot or a coward?”

“Uh…” Ezekiel stammered, tongue-tied at his father’s unexpected severity.

Jeremiah arched a brow. “Is there resistance on her end?”

Ezekiel blinked. What a question to consider. Samina probably had no idea of his feelings. What would she say if she knew? He swallowed hard. “Dad, I don’t know. I mean, my friend didn’t tell me all the details.”

Jeremiah snorted, unconvinced. “If your friend knows what’s good for him, he’ll tell her before it’s too late. Even if he’s afraid that the dynamics of their friendship might change, sitting back will only make things more complicated for the two of them. And if others get involved, your friend will find himself wishing he’d acted faster instead of living a life full of regret.”

Dumbfounded, Ezekiel stared at his father with his mouth slack open.

He knew Jeremiah was right. He was a fool, waiting this long to see Samina as an important part of his life.  He’d mourned Winsome for so long, believing a missing part of his life would never be restored. He hadn’t thought of Samina making him feel whole again with her pure and innocent nature.

Ezekiel sat up, his heart fluttering at the thought of pursuing Samina. Once Samina returned home from her vacation, he would set things in motion to capture her heart for his. He hid a smile though Jeremiah returned to his task. “Thanks Dad. I’ll tell him.”

Jeremiah grunted. “You do that.”

Deidre hurried after her friend.  “Sheena, wait!” She bit her tongue when Sheena ducked from her reaching hand. Scowling, she stomped her feet in aggravation, not caring whose eyes were on them. She’d fix this now. “Sheena Elouise Dames. Stop right there.”

Sheena jerked to a stop and whirled around, eyes blazing with anger.  “How could you do that?! How dare you?”

Deidre drew in a breath, releasing it slowly. “I was just trying to help.”

“Oh please.” Sheena scowled. “You were only thinking of yourself.” Her scowl darkened, realizing something. “When you called me in Abbeville, it was because of this, wasn’t it?”

Deidre grimaced, looking down.

Sheena shook her head in disbelief. “Deidre, you’ve gone mad. You’re crazy.”

Deidre snapped her head up, glowering back. “Crazy? Because I was trying to help?” She rolled her eyes when Sheena scoffed incredulously. “And yes, I was helping you. Ezekiel is more than ready to move on.”

“Excuse me,” the store manager inched forward. Her mottled face was tense with anxiety as she addressed the two women. “Is everything alright?”

“We’re fine,” Deidre snapped, glare unwavering. “I’m tired of hearing you complain about how Ezekiel needs to be happy again. You’re always whining about how he needs to see other people. So as far as I’m concerned, I was doing you a favor. You’re welcome.”

Sheena growled. “I meant seeing Samina, not some random woman!” She jammed her hands to her hips. “I thought you agreed that the two should get together.”

“Wait, Samina and Ezekiel together?” Ebony asked from Deidre’s left. “How odd.”

“Haven’t you done enough?” Deidre threw over her shoulder. “Go away.”

Ebony blinked in hurt surprise at Deidre. Then she tossed Sheena a seething glare and spun on her heels, storming out of the store.

Bystanders twittered around them, gesturing to both Deidre and Sheena glaring at each other. The store manager moved even closer. “Could you please take your argument outside?”

“Fine.” Deidre nudged the cart from her path and stormed toward the exit doors. “I wasn’t buying anything anyway.”

Sheena rounded the cart and hurried after Deidre. “Come back here. We’re not done talking.”

Deidre spun about to face Sheena outside the store. “Now you want to talk.” She folded her arms. “Fine then. Talk.”

Sheena pursed her lips. “Look here, Missy. If anyone should be mad here, it’s me. You went behind my back.”

“Yeah well, so what?” Deidre kicked a shoulder, unapologetic. “I knew you wouldn’t do anything but whine and complain about it.”

“You’re a piece of work Deidre.” Sheena’s top lip curled in disgust. “I’m sick and tired of your manipulating and scheming.”

Deidre squinted, face taut. “Well, I’m tired of your whining and belly-aching. Grow up and solve your own problems.”

Wide-eyed, customers stealthily watched the bickering friends as they crept slowly around them in and out of the store.

“At least I don’t nag and try controlling my family to do what I want,” Sheena tossed back, anger filling up inside. “Isn’t that why none of your children are close to you? And even your husband’s hiding from you because of your nagging?”

Deidre curled her hands into fists, her jaw clenched so tight. “What are you saying?”

“Have you ever thought why Samina’s never gotten married? It’s because you’re too demanding about every decision she makes. If the poor girl sneezes wrong, you’re up in airs criticizing her.”

“Like you’re any better?” Deidre scowled darkly. “What about how you baby Ezekiel like he’s not man enough to figure his own life. Or Jere for that matter! Don’t let me get started on how you can’t make one single decision on your own. Girl, you can’t do anything, much less breathe without Jeremiah’s say in the matter. How suffocated he must feel.”

“At least my family can make their own choices.” Sheena stalked forward, jabbing her finger directly in front of Deidre’s face. “At least I allow my own child to make his own life choices, good or bad. The minute your children do something you didn’t plan, you’re back to scheming, back to manipulating.”

“Shut up.” Deidre flung her hands in the air and spun away, stalking toward the car. “I’m done talking to you right now.”

“Oh trust me. You’re the last person I want to talk to anyway.” Sheena started to reach for her keys and immediately scowled. She’d come with Deidre. Scoffing, Sheena turned back toward the store.

“And where are you going?” Deidre called after her.

“Getting a ride home with Ebony!” Sheena tossed over her shoulder.

Deidre laughed a scathing laugh. “That woman doesn’t even like you.”

Sheena halted to a stop but refused to look back.

“Stop being immature and get in the car.” Deidre pulled out her keys and unlocked the car. Not waiting to see if Sheena was turning back around, she ducked inside the car and started the engine. She rolled her eyes when the passenger’s door opened, Sheena sliding inside.

“I won’t forgive you Deidre. You’re wrong for this,” Sheena mumbled as Deidre reversed from the parking spot.

“There’s nothing for you to forgive,” Deidre tossed back. “As far as I’m concerned. I did both Samina and Ezekiel a favor.”

“Some favor,” Sheena scoffed aloud. “And if they’re in love with each other?”

“They’re not, Sheena. Samina has someone else.”

Surprised, Sheena jerked her gaze to Deidre’s. “What? Who? When?”

“Last week. He’s a nice young man and she’s going to give him a chance.” She glanced once at Sheena’s stupefied expression. “And I’d prefer that she focus on him right now instead of confusing Ezekiel’s vague feelings.”

“Oh wow…” Sheena breathed, pulling her eyes back to the road. “I had no idea.”

Deidre smiled wanly. “I don’t blame you. You’ve been busy with Jere and his aunt’s funeral.” She sighed, squeezing the steering wheel. “Look, I’m sorry for going over your head but I really was just trying to help.”

Sheena rubbed her forehead. “I know…”

“Both our kids deserve happiness and a chance at love. If Samina’s getting her chance now, I’d also want Ezekiel to get his.”

Sheena’s lips twitched. “But not with each other.”

“Ezekiel’s already had a shot at this, Sheena. He’s had almost ten years with the love of his life. I’d like Samina to get a shot too at loving a man who has only loved and married one woman.” She cringed. “I don’t mean that your boy is used goods or anything. Don’t get me wrong.”

“No Dee… I think that’s exactly what you’re saying.” Sheena folded her arms across her chest.

Deidre gripped the steering wheel. “Put yourself in my shoes, Sheena. If you had a daughter spend most of her life pining over a guy who never thought about her until now, would you be jumping for joy over it?”

She continued in Sheena’s silence. “I’m sure Ezekiel is being sincere now but it’s not fair to Samina. I want her to be thoroughly pursued and loved by a man with eyes and heart reserved for her.”

“And you think this young man, whoever he is, could be it for her?” Sheena sounded pained, hurt.

“I pray so.” Deidre sighed at the pout on her friend’s face. She knew Sheena loved Samina like a daughter. “And I’m sorry. I know we’d always dreamed they’d get married and we’d be grandparents together, but it didn’t work out that way… Can’t we just accept it and move on without ruining our friendship?”

“I understand.” Sheena turned her head to stare out the side mirror. “I guess I feel sorry for the girl… I know how it feels to love someone who’s loved before. It’s a very frustrating and most lonely feeling.”

“You and me both, dear friend.” Deidre faced the road with a pensive stare. “You and me both…”

<<Chapter 28 || Chapter 30>>

Samina’s Chance: Chapter 23

Posted on 16/04/2015

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A wide grin lighting up his face, Ezekiel strolled up the sidewalk to the front door. His heart did a little dance at the thought of seeing Samina today, grateful to see her small car parked on the side of the street.

As he stepped inside, a sweet aroma of sautéed onions and pork chops tickled his nostrils. Breathing in deep, he followed the aroma to the kitchen.

The sight before him halted his steps and warmed his heart.

Samina stood with her back to him at the sink. His gaze took in her willowy frame and he shook his head in disbelief.  Had she gotten beautiful overnight or had he always been blind to her soft beauty?

Ezekiel smiled in unabashed appreciation, watching her.

“Papa, you’re home!” Beulah’s over-eager voice jerked his pining gaze from Samina and he turned to greet his youngest racing toward him.

Hooking an arm around Beulah’s waist, he hauled her into his arms and pressed a light kiss against her curly thick tresses. He chuckled as she planted smacking kisses on his shaven cheeks.

“I missed you too, Bumblebee.” He planted butterfly kisses in the crook of her nape until she wriggled in his arms, giggling. “Were you good?” he then propped her on his hip.

“Uh-hmm,” Beulah bobbed her head. “Right, Aunty Sammie?”

Warmth traveled up his neck as he was forced to look back at Samina.

Her eyes stayed on Beulah’s face, a wistful smile curving her supple mouth.

He couldn’t look away. Not until she slanted a curious look his way. He redirected his gaze over her shoulder at the bowl of chopped vegetables. “Uh…where’s Mom?”

“Sleeping again.” Beulah pushed out of his arms and he conceded, loosening his hold on her so she could slide down.  Beulah shuffled to Samina’s side and tugged on her apron. “Aunty Sammie, can we eat now?”

“Please,” Ezekiel supplied gently, watching the warm gaze Samina directed at his youngest daughter. His chest tightened.

“Please.” Beulah offered a sweet smile which drew Samina’s own, thus causing Ezekiel’s heart to commence in a series of somersaults.

“In a few minutes,” Samina answered in a soft voice oddly maternal. When she smoothed Beulah’s frazzled curls, Ezekiel wondered what it would be like to be a recipient of her warm touch. “Why don’t you check on Laide and Gramma first?”

As Beulah shot past him to the stairs, Ezekiel watched Samina turn back to the sink without looking at him. Something about her evading gaze made him feel slighted and uncomfortable.

He swallowed hard and stepped forward. “Mind if I help?” he asked, voice surprisingly huskier than he’d expected.

Samina visibly stiffened. Then she peeked at him over her shoulder. “Can you chop some carrots?”

Ezekiel flashed a knowing smile. “I know what you’re making.”

“It’s your mother’s favorite.” She turned away, chopping a celery stalk.

“And mine,” he said quietly, stepping close to her side. “You know, I’ve always been partial to your cooking.”

Samina remained silent, much to his chagrin.

Ezekiel raised a brow at her and he inclined his head to study her detached expression. “You alright?”

Her eyes flitted over him once before returning to the chopping board. She blew out a haggard breath. “Work went okay?”

He hesitated, aware she still hadn’t much luck with the job hunt. Grabbing a carrot, Ezekiel turned it in his hand before replying. “It’s just a lot of negotiating and planning. Any word yet on the job?”

She bit the inside of her cheeks. “Nothing really. Just a position with House of Hope downtown.”

His fingers stilled. “You interested?”

“Maybe.” Samina refused to look his way, her jaw clenched tight. “I’ll meet with the manager of the center if they’re even interested in me.”

“Of course they will.” He studied the carrot in his hand. “They’d be fools not to be interested.”

She placed the knife to the sink. “Don’t say that.”

Ezekiel frowned, looking up at her. “It’s true, Sam. You’re talented and smart. Why wouldn’t they want you?”

Samina scowled. “I don’t need those kinds of words. Especially not from you and especially not right now.” She stepped away from the sink and he noticed her hands trembled as she pulled her fingers into fists.

Alarmed, Ezekiel lowered the carrot to the sink and studied Samina’s taut features. “Sam…”

“Don’t start, Zeke.” Samina gritted her teeth. “I don’t want to hear it.”

The quiver in her voice and the glimmer of tears in her eyes undid him. He couldn’t hold back any longer and moved toward her. Ignoring her soft protest, Ezekiel pulled her into his arms. Tucking her head under his chin, he placed a soothing hand against her back. “I meant every word I said, Sam.”

She released a shuddering breath that shook him. Her vulnerability wasn’t lost on him.

Ezekiel held her tighter. “I have always believed in you and I don’t plan on changing my view now. You’ll succeed in whatever God has for you.”

Samina sniffed back tears and peered up at him with uncertainty and worry behind her watery eyes. Her stubborn chin quivered to hold back a sob.

The rest of his words hung on his tongue as he gazed down at her. When did it happen? When had this woman become so fragile?

“You two alright?” Sheena’s groggy voice forced them from their shared moment. They sprang apart, Ezekiel releasing Samina who scooted to the edge of the counter.

Sheena raised a brow but moved to the stove, breathing in the sweet aroma as Ezekiel did earlier. “It smells marvelous in here, Sammie.”

Ezekiel recovered first, giving his mother a smile before turning back to the carrot chopping duty.  He didn’t dare risk a glance at Samina or he would reach for her again. The feeling of her in his arms was imprinted in his mind.

“Beef stew?” Sheena implored, peering over Samina’s shoulder at the bubbling pot of meat, sauce and vegetables. “You know how Zeke and I are partial to your cooking… I can’t wait for dinner.”

“That’s what I told her.” Ezekiel chuckled. “Mom, how was your nap?”

Sheena yawned in response and laughed. “A guilty pleasure, I have to say. I feel so revitalized, thanks to my sweet Sammie. The girls and I had a tea party to hold us until dinner.”

“I’m almost done,” Samina said softly, eyes trained on the pot.

It was just as well since one look from her would weaken his resolve to let her alone. Ezekiel chopped the last carrot stalk and brought the bowl to Samina’s side.

“How was work, darling?” Sheena asked, stealing a handful of carrot bits.

“I’ll be in Houston for a few weeks…” Ezekiel replied, peeking at Samina for her response. She didn’t look up and he caught the suspicious look Sheena sent his way.  He cleared his throat to continue. “Which means you can go back to Abbeville.”

“Praise the Lord Almighty!” Sheena clasped her hands together and grinned in Samina’s direction. “See, Sammie dear?  God answers our prayers. With Ezekiel here, you can focus on the wedding.”

Frisson of cold shot through him and Ezekiel stiffened. Wedding? His brow tightened in a frown and he snuck a look at Samina.

Laide warily eyed Samina who sat between Beulah and Grandma Sheena. Then peeking a sigh at her solemn-faced father beside her, she heaved a sigh.

Sheena looked up with a frown. “What’s with the sighing, Laide?”

The girl looked pointedly at Samina and finally lowered her gaze to the bowl of meat stew. “It’s nothing…”

“Don’t lie to me, baby girl.”

“Oooh!” Beulah gasped in horror. “You’re in trouble.”

Laide glowered at her sister. “Shut up, stupid.”

Ezekiel dropped the spoon in the bowl and directed a scowl at Laide. “How many times will I say it? Don’t use that word again. Apologize now.”

“Sorry.”

He rolled his eyes at her dry and insincere response. He was in no mood to deal with her mercurial attitude.

Sheena raised a brow at both Laide and Ezekiel. “And what’s the matter with you, Zeke? Isn’t this your favorite stew?”

The fact that Samina still refused to look at him bruised him more than his mother’s announcement earlier. He pushed the bowl away, his throat tight and dry. “Not really hungry.”

“Me neither.” Laide plunked the spoon back into the bowl and folded her arms across her chest.

“Me neither,” Beulah piped, mirroring her sister’s actions and signature scowl.

Samina lowered her spoon in her bowl and all eyes turned to her. The corner of her lips lifted in a wry smile. “I guess you guys had too much to eat at your tea party. I’ll just pack it up for you to eat later.” She scooted back in her chair and stood.

Ezekiel couldn’t hold back the scowl as Samina gathered as many bowls as her hands could carry. His eyes met Sheena’s disapproving glare and he grunted. “Fine, I’ll apologize.” As he scooted back in his chair, Laide started out of her chair. “You stay here with Grandma.”

Sheena watched Ezekiel stalk to the kitchen before frowning at her granddaughters. “Really, must you two act like your father all the time?”

“I like Daddy!” Beulah countered emphatically.

“I’m sure you do, dear.” Sheena bit back a smile. This was a serious moment. She turned to Laide. “Now tell me what’s biting your backside?”

As Ezekiel approached the open kitchen door, he could hear Samina noisily rummage through the cupboards. Mustering a breath, he moved to her side as she jerked open another drawer. “It’s right here.” He pointed to a drawer to her right.

If looks could kill, the glare Samina speared him felled him. She whipped around and jerked the drawer open.

Ezekiel rubbed the back of his neck. “Sam, I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

He cringed at her cold, detached tone like she wasn’t bothered. Like he didn’t matter to her. Ezekiel swallowed hard. “For being impossible. I was being rude.”

Samina arranged the utensils and slammed the drawer shut. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ezekiel.”

“Oh come on! Will you just stop and look at me?” he groused impatiently.

When Samina froze beside him, Ezekiel winced. “Aw, Sam… I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. Or snub your pork stew.”

She snorted derisively, moving past him to the stove.

“So help me, Sam…” Ezekiel scowled. “Look, I was annoyed with you.”

Samina huffed a breath. “Obviously you were and still are.” She finally looked over her shoulder at him, a line appearing between her brows. “Although I don’t see what I could’ve possibly done to deal with your royal snobbery.”

Ezekiel grimaced. He didn’t know what was worse; her silent treatment or this cold sarcasm.

“Not that it matters.” Samina turned away, dismissing him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ezekiel snapped. “Why do I have to hear from my mother instead of you?” He wanted to blame her for his unwarranted feelings for her but knew it was all his fault.

Samina glanced at him again, face riddled with confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Your wedding. Your boyfriend.” He clenched his jaw, the words sounding bitter on his tongue. As her pretty eyes widened, his aggravation grew. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this before now?”

“M-my what?” Samina squeaked through parted lips. The spoon ladle in her hand dripped sauce on the floor.

Ezekiel scowled, stepping closer. “Give me that, you’re dripping sauce on the floor.” He snatched the spoon from her hand, ignoring any remorse when she flinched. “Aren’t we friends? Why didn’t you tell me you were getting married or that you have a boyfriend?”

“Who’s getting married?” Sheena asked from the archway.

Both Ezekiel and Samina jerked around to face her. Samina sighed haggardly. “Apparently I am.”

Ezekiel frowned at the baffled expression on Sheena’s face as her eyes darted from him to Samina and back to him.

“Wait, what?” Sheena squeaked in a voice like Samina’s.

Samina’s dry laugh drew Ezekiel’s attention. “Is this some perverse joke to make me laugh?” Samina asked, an unmistakable glimmer in her eyes.

Ezekiel’s throat dried up as Sheena rushed to Samina’s side. He swallowed hard  and looked away, spotting his wide-eyed daughters gaping at him from the doorway.

Beulah’s scowl matched Laide’s and she shook her head. “Aunty Sammie’s not getting married, silly Papa.”

His face grew hot. The way she admonished him was as if he was the four-year old.

“She’s the maid-of-honor,” Laide said matter-of-factly, her eyes wandering over to Samina and her grandmother. “I’m sorry for being a brat. I’ll eat now.”

Samina sniffed and released a trembling laugh. “It’s okay, Laide,” she said gently. “No harm done.”

Ezekiel stood in silence, a lump hardening in his throat. Her consoling words were only for his daughters, not him. He’d messed up big time and didn’t know where to begin putting things right.

Once Samina left hours later, Ezekiel numbly followed Sheena to her bedroom. He warily eyed the suitcase open on her bed. “How long will you stay?”

“We’ll be back in a week,” Sheena tugged at her son’s sleeve, gesturing to the bed. “Sit for a bit.”

He swallowed hard and perched at the edge. Sheena settled in beside him and covered his hand.

“I’ll get to the point since it’s been a long day and you know I despise mind games.” Sheena squeezed his hand, coaxing his gaze to hers. “You’re in love with Sammie.”

Ezekiel inhaled sharply, his body hot with embarrassment.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t even try denying it. After the way you acted today, it’s no surprise what you’re feeling.” Her brow furrowed. “Except poor Sammie might think you hate her. You guys aren’t in high school anymore. What was that childish behavior about?”

“She thinks I hate her?” he felt like the wind was knocked out of him.

Sheena narrowed her eyes at him. “You do love her.”

Ezekiel jerked his gaze to their joined hands, his heart skipping a beat. “Of course I love Sam. She’s like a sister to me.”

“Of course,” Sheena answered, unconvinced. “Because a brother would act offended that his sister has a boyfriend and is getting married.”

He frowned. “You told us to call each other siblings…”

“When you were kids.” Sheena scoffed. “Not when you’re both adults and obviously struggling with your feelings for each other.”

Ezekiel didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

She snorted. “Stop with this brother nonsense. When your father proposed, your uncles wanted me out of the house immediately.”

He eyed her warily. “I heard you were a troublemaker.”

Sheena nudged his shoulder. “The fact is you’re not her brother and she’s not your sister getting married. She’s not even getting married. Honestly, Zeke, what were you thinking?”

“I know she’s not—” he took a deep breath and released it slowly.  “Yeah, I misspoke. I already tried to apologize.” He grimaced, recalling how Samina coldly brushed past him to the front door. “I’ll try again tomorrow.”

“Zeke…”

“Mama, please.” His head was full of thoughts, his heart felt suffocated.

Sheena looked down at their joined hands and her thumb caressed the back of his hand. “You might feel a little guilty about your feelings for Samina. It’s normal.”

Ezekiel swallowed hard.

“But it’s okay to let your heart choose again. Even you know it’s time.”

Ezekiel spared her a look. Did he dare believe it?

Sheena gave him a trembling smile, holding back her tears. “Whatever and whoever your heart chooses; your father and I will support you. I just want you to be happy again.”

He pulled Sheena into his arms. The images of Winsome and Samina swirled in his mind and he shoved both aside. There would be time for that later. “Mama, I am happy… I have my girls, you and Dad. That’s all I need.” His throat tightened against the white lie he told his mother and himself.

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