dickâthe bigger the better.â
Sandra laughed into the telephone. âSpeaking of dicks,â she said sarcastically, âyou should try keeping yours in your pants.â
Hezekiah slammed the leather car seat with three rapid strikes, and then yelled, âYou canât talk to me that way!â
âHe said I canât talk to him like that,â Sandra said, mimicking Hezekiahâs baritone indignation. âHeâs Hezekiah Cleaveland.â
Hezekiah could hear Samanthaâs familiar laugh in the background. It was the same laugh he had heard when he told a bad joke on the night of their first date. The same laugh that teased him when he fell off the bed the night they made love in their first apartment together.
Sandra quickly grew impatient. She held the receiver away from her ear as Hezekiah spewed a flurry of accusations.
âHezekiah,â she interjected, âyouâre fucking with the wrong person. Iâm not impressed or intimidated by your holier-than-thou bullshit. If you donât watch your step, I will take matters into my own hands and believe me, I have more than enough shit on you to make your life a living hell.â
Hezekiah stopped mid-insult when he heard the words.
âShit? What are you talking about? You donât know anything about me. I told you, Sandra, I didnât touch her. Now stay out of this. Samantha and I will work this out without your interference.â
âI know more than you think, and youâll find out soon enough. Brace yourself. Things are about to get even worse for you.â
Sandra hung up the telephone. Within seconds the telephone rang again. âDonât answer it, Sammy,â she said. âHeâs livid and screaming like a madman.â
Samantha looked at Sandra with a puzzled expression. âWhat dirt are you talking about?â
âNothing for you to concern yourself about right now, Sammy.â
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Samantha stepped dripping from the shower when she heard a knock on her bathroom door.
âAre you all right in there?â Sandra called out.
âIâm fine,â she responded, startled by the intrusion. âIâll be out in a minute. Wait for me downstairs.â
When Samantha came downstairs, Sandra greeted her in the living room with a steaming cup of chamomile tea.
âI feel much better now,â Samantha said, sitting on the sofa. âI donât know if I could have got through this without you. Iâm so lucky to have a friend like you.â
âIâm the lucky one, Samantha. Youâve helped me through so much bullshit in my life. This is the least I can do for you. Sammy, can I ask you a question? Why do you stay with him? He ignores you unless the cameras are rolling. Heâs never cared about your career, or even acknowledged that you have one apart from him.â
Samantha was silent for a moment. She laid her head on the back of the sofa. âIâve asked myself the same question a thousand times,â she finally said. âHe used to make me so happy. But the larger the church grew, and the more famous we became, he seemed to change. The only time I think he notices me is when he thinks someone was watching. I honestly donât believe that he loves me anymore.â
Samantha took a sip of the tea. âNow itâs your turn. Why do you hate Hezekiah? Youâve never said it to me, but I can tell by the way you look at him sometimes. He has always been so good to you. He got you your first job out of law school. Loaned you money to set up your law practice.â
Without hesitation Sandra responded, âItâs because of you.â
âButââ
âWait a minute, Samantha. Let me finish.â Sandra set her cup on the table and turned to Samantha.
âItâs because I see how miserable your life is in his shadow. My heart aches every time I see you smiling dutifully behind him while people heap praise on