She had just about enough of one Miss Scarlet O’Malley. Just who in the world does Scarlet think she is anyway; God’s gift to mankind? Emphasis on man! The way men act around
her at church, you’d think she’s a movie star or something. Men drool whenever she’s around—the rest of us hardly get noticed at all. Everyone compliments her piano playing, which (in my opinion) isn’t so great. Men are constantly
going over to her house to help her ‘fix things she needs fixin’, her being a widow an all. So help me, if I see my old man eyeballing the wench one more time I’m gonna throw up. Sorry Lord, I know I ain’t supposed to hate, but this
woman is just too much.
She thought long and hard about taking care of Miss Scarlet. Being a church-going, God-fearing Christian woman she even prayed about it then decided it wasn’t right to involve God in what
she wanted to do. She made a mental note that at some point she would need to ask forgiveness; God’s forgiveness that is, not Scarlet’s.
An idea came to her at one of the mid-week, Wednesday night, church services.
She couldn’t help but notice one of the Deacons following Scarlet around, like a love sick puppy. Bad enough he was making a fool of himself, but she was doing absolutely nothing to back him off. She actually seemed to favor his attention.
Such tomfoolery it would appear, was the straw breaking her jealous back; so she decided to take action.
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