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Mikell’s tears flowed freely.<br />
Eventually the novelty of Mikell began to wear off. The attention shifted from Mikell to<br />
harnessing wayward kids with a stern gaze. Car keys were pulled out of purses and from key chains<br />
dangling beneath hot church jackets. Their jangling alerted the stragglers that their ride was about to<br />
leave. Goodbyes were said hastily. There no was public transportation to speak of and many of the<br />
members lived far outside of the city, in the ‘bush’.<br />
As the last of the congregation filed out of the church, Pastor Verlene approached Mikell,<br />
followed by the head deaconess, Sister Ruthie and the assistant pastor, Sister Beka. They hugged,<br />
kissed and blessed all who needed hugs, kisses and blessings as they edged their way to Mikell’s<br />
pew. They stood in front of him like a trio of powerful elderly Munchkins. The preacher woman faced<br />
Mikell, the top of her head barely reaching Mikell’s chest. She leaned back and took in the fullness of<br />
this visitor to her church, scrutinizing his face and peering at the red fuzz beginning to grow on his<br />
head.<br />
“You say y’all from Germany?” Her voice dripped with the same Geechee drawl that he had<br />
heard in the woman by the roadside.<br />
“Yes.” Mikell paused. “I mean yes, ma’am.”<br />
Sister Beka squinted at Mikell. “You got kinfolks in Sous’ Ca’lina.”<br />
Mikell froze. He wasn’t sure if it was a question—or a statement!<br />
“Dat boy favor Reverend Jake, enny?” said Pastor Verlene, nodding towards Sister Ruthie. Pastor<br />
Verlene was only long winded when she was preaching.<br />
Sister Ruthie eyeballed Mikell.“Um hmm. You talking ‘bout Rev’ren Jake Tyler? Reds Tyler? De<br />
Rev’ren what got de haid full of curly hair, what looks like fire.” She lowered her head and peered<br />
over the top of her bifocals at Mikell. “Um humm! Yea, he do. Got de same cow lips. And look at dat<br />
big ole buss head. Rev’ren Tyler’s people ain’t got nuthin’ but haid…and lips.”<br />
“Dat boy ain’t no more’n thirty!” humphed Pastor Verlene. “He can’t be no chile of Rev’ren Tyler.<br />
Any chil’run’ of Reds Tyler would be fifty or sixty years old. But now dat I looks at him good, he do<br />
favor ole Reds Tyler. He sho’ do now.” Pastor Verlene nodded at Sister Beka and Sister Ruthie.<br />
“Reds make how many chil’run?” asked Sister Beka.<br />
“T’ree—two gyuls and one boy.” Sister Ruthie spoke quickly. “I know, cause the momma died<br />
after that boy was born! Yes, I do know that. He was the youngest.”<br />
Sister Beka placed her hands on her chin. “Whatevah happened to those two gyuls and dat boy?”<br />
Sister Ruthie frowned. “De two gals went North, wit’ dey grandmudda. She ain’t want the boy.<br />
Just took the two gals!”<br />
“She ain’t took the boy cause he wuz too dark.” Pastor Verlene’s face froze in disgust.<br />
Sister Beka spoke up. “Um hmm, and dem girls were redbone, light-skinned, wit good hair! Long<br />
hair like white folks!”<br />
“That’s right. Long red hair,” added Sister Ruthie.<br />
“Such a evil ting. The way she left dat boy here all by heself,” Pastor Verlene said, shaking her<br />
head.<br />
“Um hmm. But Gawd made a way,” Sister Ruthie said.<br />
Pastor Verlene shook her head. “Yes, he did, now. Gawd always on time,”