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“No,” Cher ilyn said, “he’s just teasing me.”
         “Well, let us tell you something about him.” Marc’s sister, Janelle joined them.
         “No, no, no.” Marcus was laughing, and waving his hands like this wasn’t going to happen. If Cherry had to wager she’d put her money on his mother and sister.
         “Get the book.” Camille said to Janelle.
         “Not the photo album.” Marcus cringed. “Please, Mama, no!”
         His sister returned laughing excitedly, “We can give you plenty to tease him about.”
         Sitting down at the picnic table, Camille took the photo album and patted the area next to her for Cherilyn to sit. Opening the book, she pointed at the first page, “Here he is at one year old, nekid as a jaybird.”
         “ At least jaybirds have feathers,” Marcus grumbled.
         Cherry nudged him, “Cute butt .”
         Marcus shifted restlessly. “Mother- do we really need to do this?”
         “I don’t know about you,” she said, “but I need to.”
         “Me too,” his sister chimed in.
         “Me three,” Cherry added , devilish grin on her face.
         “Out maneuvered by women.” Marcus shook his head, feigning disgust.
         “The way things should be.” Camille declared and pointed to another photo, “Now here Marcus is three, this is his cowboy outfit. A holster and a hat.”
         “And nothing else,” giggled Janelle.
          “Nice gun,” Cherry whispered.
         “Mother, can ’t we put an end to this nightmare?” Marcus tried to take the photo album from her.
         “No whining.” Camille yanked the book back.  “He never liked clothes. His father always said , ‘That boy is a born nudist.’”
         Cherilyn pushed in closer, “I can’t wait to see his college photos.”
         Marcus slumped forward with his hands covering his face.
     
     
         On the drive home Tash ida regaled them for forty-five minutes about how cute she thought Tad was. But once she drifted off and fell asleep in the back seat, it was like Cherilyn and Marcus were alone in the car.
         “Well, she’s looking a might happier.” Marcus glanced back at Tash.
         “Your southern drawl is coming out.”
         “Has a tendency to do that when I get around family.”
         “You’re lucky, you have a great family.”
         “Hang around with them for a while you won’t be saying that.”
         Cherry laughed, “I like your family.”
         “Naw, I’m kidding, they’re cool.” Marcus gave a reflective pause “You miss having family.” He said more as statement then a question.
         Marcus glanced at her when he got no response. He was certain what he said was true, but it obviously made her uncomfortable and she squirmed in her seat. He was sorry for causing that after the day had gone so well.
         Marcus quickly changed the subject for the rest of the ride home.

 
    CHAPTER TWELVE
     
     
    The next day Cherry and Tash sat with Marcus and his family in church. Between all of them they took up two entire rows. The church was hot and filled to capacity, which had more than one woman waving a fan at her face.
         “Let us pray, brothers and sisters, for our enemies.” The voice of Pastor James rang out loud and firm. He was a short and round short of man and seemed to sway back and forth a bit when he spoke, going up on his toes and up in volume when making key points.
         “Amen,” was heard from many members of the congregation.
         “Pray for them that aims to hurt us in anyway.”
         “Yes, sir.” Someone called out.
         Cher ilyn found herself liking the pastor. The congregation became more animated as he continued.
         “Pray that the Good Lord heaps blessings upon them. Blessings, I say. Heap them, Lor d upon our enemies.” His voice grew louder.  “Heaping piles, heaping loads,