Free Ruthless by Shelia M. Goss Page B

since I have a sister who is a nurse, I might as well take advantage of the resources around you.”
    â€œYou’re something else,” Sheba said.
    â€œThat’s what they tell me.” Delilah laughed.
    Sheba hung up with Delilah and went about cleaning up her house. She took extra time in the guest bedroom to get it ready for Delilah. She later went grocery shopping to ensure Delilah would have everything she needed while she was at work.
    Sheba’s cell phone rang while she was unpacking the groceries. Delilah was on the other end of the phone. “The doctor just signed my release papers. Is the invitation still open?
    Sheba responded, “Yes, of course. I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.”
    Sheba thought she had a day or two to get ready for Delilah, but fate had intervened and she was being released today. Fortunately, she had cleaned up and gone shopping. After unpacking the groceries, she grabbed her keys and purse and headed to the hospital.
    An hour later, she and Delilah were seated in her car, heading toward Sheba and Uriah’s place. “Do you mind swinging by my place so I can get some clothes and stuff? Besides, I need to check on my house,” Delilah asked Sheba.
    Sheba was hesitant, but she turned her car around and took the I-49 ramp to get on the interstate. “Are you sure it’s even safe to go back to your house?” she asked.
    â€œI’m not letting anyone scare me. The only reason I even agreed to go to your house is because I figured it would give us both a chance to get to know each other better.”
    Delilah’s words touched a soft spot in Sheba. Sheba smiled. “Well, now that I’ve found you, I don’t want to lose you to another bullet.”
    â€œI spoke to the police, and they are doing everything they can to find out who shot me.”
    â€œDo you remember anything?” Sheba asked.
    Delilah’s voice trailed off as she spoke. “I had just left the church and was thinking about the drama that had just taken place at church. But, anyway, as I was driving, I heard this voice, and it said, “Be not deceived. God is not mocked. For whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”
    â€œMama used to say that all the time. That’s a scripture from Galatians six, seven. She recited it so much, I know it by heart.”
    â€œWell, I don’t know who said it, but before I blacked out, those were the words I heard in my ear.”
    â€œGirl, that was the Holy Spirit talking to you.”
    Delilah adjusted her seat belt. “I wish the Holy Spirit would have talked to me sooner. Maybe I could have avoided that bullet.”
    â€œFortunately for you, the doctors were able to remove the bullet and no more damage was done.”
    Delilah’s hand flew to her face and landed on a huge scar. “I have this to remind me of that day.”
    â€œWith a little cocoa butter and aloe vera, that scar will go away.”
    â€œI hope so. You know, if I don’t have my beauty, I don’t have anything.”
    â€œI used to think that, but Uriah’s made me feel differently.”
    â€œYou really love Uriah, don’t you?” Delilah asked.
    â€œOf course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have married him.”
    â€œTell me more about you two. How did y’all meet? How long have you been married?” Delilah asked.
    By the time Sheba reached Delilah’s house, she had given Delilah the condensed version about her and Uriah.
    â€œYou have a nice house,” Sheba said when she pulled up into the empty driveway.
    â€œThanks. Now, if I can find my keys...” Delilah fumbled through her purse. “Bingo.”
    â€œDon’t move. You can lean on me, and I’ll help you up the stairs.” Sheba got out and went to Delilah’s side of the car.
    One of her neighbors walked over. “Delilah, is that you?”
    â€œYes, it’s me, Ms.