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Mrs. Jerkinsâ children are seated in front together, the three of them; Maria is seated in between her siblings; theyâre holding hands. Kate is also present and sheâs seated in the front of the other row, from the siblings. But Mr. Jerkins is not present. Sabrina is present too; sheâs seated at the back seat on the second row. Everybody looks sad and grieved. At the moment, nobodyâs crying.
The priest is reading a verse from the Bible.
The priest
The apostle Paul writes in first Corinthians chapter fifteen, verse thirty five to forty four:
(He reads it aloud as it is in the Bible)
The body each one of us has here on earth is just for a time being; soon we shall all perish away. But the good news is that we shall all be raised up by Christ on his second coming, and only those who would have been righteous will see and witness the glory of God in heaven, for eternity.
Immediately after the priestâs declaration, Mrs. Jerkins, out of the blue, appears on stage in a shiny white gown. Everybody in wonder, are mesmerized. Light is flashed on the gown and itâs all shiny. She has pure white hair and she looks so shiny and bright. Sheâs standing away from the altar and everybody. She looks so happy. When everybody sees her, they stand up at once and remain back. Sheâs from heaven.
Maria
(In wonder, aloud/as she stands up) Mother!
Letisha
(Silently/in wonder) Oh mother⊠Peter
(Silently)
Mother⊠Mrs. Jerkins (Smilingly)
Believe everything the priest says from the Bible. Iâve seen it first hand and I can tell you, it doesnât hurt at all.
Everybody smiles, including her kids.
Mrs. Jerkins - Continues
I could have died a sinner, but thanks to
God for my Baby girl Letisha, she made
me see the light before I could say goodbye to this good for nothing world, I sorry to say. (Everybody laughs, and so does she)
To my three babies, no matter what, please never separate. To you Kate, thank you.
Kate happily nods her head up and down in appreciation. Mrs. Jerkins
then looks straight at her kids and she addresses them.
Mrs. Jerkins - Continues And please guys, stop hating Kate, sheâs not a bad person if you get to know her, as I had the chance to, in my last
days. Remember, hate and jealous has no place where peace has to prevail. Sabrina,
thank you. And oh, Marco sends his sincere greetings to you;
he says he loves you and heâs sorry.
Sabrina
(Smiling)
Tell him I love him too, but he will have to seriously answer to me when I get there too, someday.
Everybody laughs, and so does Mrs. Jerkins.
Mrs. Jerkins
I will tell him that. Peace to everyone, Iâll always be with you, goodbye...
Mrs. Jerkins waves as she walks away elegantly, back to heaven.
Everybody, including the priest happily waves back at her.
Letisha
(Silently)
We shall always miss you mother. CURTAINS ROLL OVER
THE END
CHAPTER FIVE
BOBBYâS LETTERS INFEDILITY
Dear Stranger,
I donât know if what I am doing is right but if I am not fast enough, I am afraid I might lose the chance of ever getting you where I dream of you to be with me. I am not being straight here, but if your stare at me wasnât intense, then I wouldnât have considered this path.
Looking at you from a distance broke my heart, because I wished to stand-by your side and keeping you warm. I noticed your well done, long black hair, your elegant walk, sweet catchy smile, your beautiful peaceful-eyes, enticing well curved hips, and your well-shaped round bottom: well shaped, from your perfect slim waist; it was the best of all Iâve seen.
You may think of my intensions as being rude or cruel, but what kind of man would I be if I just pretended and lied about what I really noticed. I donât yet know you, so, that is all I can describe and say about you, from the deepest of my fragile heart. And, I want to let you know that so far, youâre always on my mind and in my dreams, ever since that party of course.
I thought you stood alone, and my advance was about, because your beautiful and shyly smiling face was correctly directed my way, but the arrival of that man that I probably think is your husband or boyfriend,
really slowed me down and made me, surprisingly, so jealous; at that instant, it was like you soulfully belonged to me.
Donât call me sick in mind or in nature, but at first sight, I fell so deeply in love with you that not even I can explain why or how?
I cried all night when I returned back to my home; thinking of that man touching and kissing you so easily at his disposal, that made me feel so unlucky. But I intuitively believe that if this strong and ironic feeling is mutual, we shall find each other again!!!
Yours sincerely, Richie
Dear Richie,
Yes! That handsome man you saw holding around my âperfect slim waist,â as you described it, is my lovely and trusted husband. We have a five year old son I conceived through his deep and beautifully felt love and touch. Youâre so foolishly desperate and I wonder if any correctly understanding woman would fall for your stupid scheme.
I am not in any way interested in you my dear. The only reason I was staring at you with so much amusement, was because your tie was so wrongly tied, and it really didnât even match the color of your shirt, not even your suit, in that case.
I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am sincerely not sorry for being straight with you or sincere to the vows my husband and I made that
âlucky dayâ I finally made him mine forever; and thatâs how it is going to
stay!
So, please Richie, thereâre a lot of women more fruitful than I am in this world, try those ones. I am already taken, and permanently owned by someone irreplaceable.
I wasnât at all amused by your evilly minded description of my body. Did you think you would please me with such phoniness? Well, what a pity my friend, before I became permanently owned, I heard all that and even more enticing and seductive description of me, from many bastards like you, who only think that a womanâs body is the pride of men.
If youâve been hitting on many bitchy-girls in a decent dress or wear, well this girl is not that type or your type and class, so to speak. Everyone in this world has where they rightfully belong, and I am where I should be. I guess youâre just lost in a light jungle; get out Richie, and get yourself a girlfriend or lover, because, being a bachelor is always prone to temptation and misunderstanding. Please forget about me!!!
Yours sincerely, Anita
Dear Anita,
Oh! What a beautiful name you have. Added to your beauty, you really get me knocked over my feet. Donât tell me that I have to dig harder to get to or in your heart. I really envy your âhandsomeâ husband; he must have had little to say about you to win you over.
The words in your letter hurt a part of me, but I partially remain strong and firm. You put me right in the rubble, but Iâll still live. Why should I hate what gave me joy once, and brought my heart to hurt in a split of a second?
I am not an oracle to you, but I am surely no fool. Reasons I give for loving you are not a game I expect to lose or win; I am not looking for love, but peace I can always count on. My feet get cold when I think of you, because itâs most probably that youâre what Iâve been looking for, for all this time.
I never play myself by lying to my true feelings. I say what I deeply feel and make my point known rightfully to the one I want it to get to. If I am not worthy to you, I understand, youâre happily married, with a sweet kid that holds you back and right.
Donât be offended when I say that I find your insecurity a little misplaced. I am not saying that youâre insecure. But do you believe youâre secure, whenever you make a rejection? And please, donât get me wrong, I am not saying that I could be the best thing that could ever happen to you. What a fool I would be to think that way, when youâre with the love of your life and the father of your beautiful son. Itâs so sad that some women in happy marriages never have babies, however much they try to keep the love of their life. But maâam, youâre so lucky to still be close to the love of your life. I canât have you, but I could have you as an oracle.
Yours faithfully, Richie
P/s: I stay in love, though youâre not.
Dear Richie,
I donât know how to term your persistence, but I think itâs more of pathetic than bravery. Why stick on a bomb yet you know time
has run out and itâs about to blow-up? Isnât it wise enough to walk on water with much faith, than to walk on hot ground with twisted belief?
If youâve never been there Richie, I am so sorry for that, but itâs not my fault you waited till you could lay eyes on me. I know you didnât expect it or call for it, but things happen, and thereâs nothing you or me can do about it. But we can surely change our thinking and beliefs, to change what already exists. Donât you think?
I am so touched by your dedication to your mistaken feelings, but I surely find it weird and compelling. I am not trying to feel sorry or pity for you, but I think it takes a braver man to rule in another manâs territory; donât you think? Itâs basically fatal to start what you wonât be able to finish Richie.
I kind of think about that day we somewhat met, the day you solely treasure so much, and I wish I was never there, because youâre surely starting to smell like a dead rat to me; youâre trouble to me now, Richie. I wish you could disappear, but definitely, youâll stick around. I am not interested in your compliments, and better yet, your letters to me. Iâd prefer it very seriously and henceforth,
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