The Veil
woman but it still hurt. Tracy Applewood, of all people . She always thought something was going on between them. Tracy was always so touchy with him and constantly flirting. Roger denied he was involved with her. That night, she couldn’t take seeing him with her and all the hurt began to pain her again. As the tears flowed, she noticed she was breaking out in hives and it felt like she couldn’t breathe. She remembered what she heard that night. She began to pray. “God, it really hurts to be stung. I know you’re building my immunity . ” She started to play the sermon CD and it gave her comfort as she took the freeway home.

Chapter 7
    Misha could see Bishop Moore sitting at the head table in the large church gym waiting for the Urban Ministerial Society to begin their annual summer prayer breakfast, a kickoff of their revival. She could see the many people approaching him to shake his hands. As the presiding president of the group, she knew, he was in charge of making sure the annual prayer breakfast went smoothly, and preparing the member churches for the revival in the upcoming week.
    As she entered the room, she could see people lined up at the buffet table loading food onto their plates. Others were seated at the round tables that dotted the church gym. Taking in the scene, she spotted Roger work the room, greeting people and laughing loudly as he spoke to them. She tried to keep her focus on her mission there. She wanted to hear Pastor Jarrod Fuller preach. Misha walked through the room, speaking to several people before finally taking a seat beside Gertrude, Bishop Moore’s secretary. She could tell Roger had not noticed her in the room and if he had, he was playing it off really well.
    She looked toward the head table and spotted Bishop Moore talking with Frank Wright, chief executive officer of the City Development League. She watched as he pointed toward Roger. Bishop placed a piece of paper in front of his face, hiding as if he did not want anyone to know what he was talking about. What was so secretive? Misha wondered. Bishop served on the board of the league and wondered what it had to do with Roger. She focused on Roger deeply engaged in conversation and watched as Bishop tried to get his attention. Spotting Bishop waving toward him, immediately Roger ended his conversation and practically ran to the head table. Bishop looked as if he was introducing Roger to Frank and they shook hands. Gertrude was watching the scene too.
    â€œSomething’s not right with that,” Gertrude leaned into Misha and whispered.
    â€œWhat?” Misha still did not want to engage in gossip with Gertrude. She was sincere about not talking about Bishop or Roger. She had nothing to gain by doing so. She began to get an uneasy feeling. If she knew someone else, she would have sat with them. Instead, she was stuck sitting at the table with her.
    â€œRoger, Bishop, and Frank Wright. He’s up to something. I heard they got a big grant and they are going to hire about twenty new people. Roger’s probably trying to get one of those positions.”
    Misha quickly changed the subject and began telling Gertrude about what had happened in her life since she left Kingdom Faith.
    â€œWell you look good. You’re doing something right,” Gertrude said to Misha.
    â€œI can’t wait to hear Pastor Fuller preach. I remember when he did revival at the church last year. That man preached. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to hear him again, even if it meant running into Roger and Bishop. Besides, I saw Roger with Tracy Applewood last month. He’s gone on with his life and so have I.”
    â€œThat’s old news. They broke up. She said she was tired of him acting like they weren’t dating. She didn’t want to be his secret girlfriend. She told a few people they were together and he said she was lying. She was so mad he was trying to make her look stupid, so she broke up

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