SERIES SUMMARY: Kayla is on a quest to move beyond the hurt of her past as she realizes the impact that hurt has on her present and potential future. This is a modern tale of love that accounts the complexities of blending the lives of two thirty-somethings and all of their respective baggage. Read to see if Kayla will finally share her secret, embrace something new, and most importantly exercise her faith.
Shutting her door to enjoy the shallow peace of silence, she drops everything atop a blonde maple wood table and glides off her heels with an exhausted sigh. On the way to her bedroom, she unties her “no man can resists me in this one” black knee-length dress. This dress is infamous. It is appropriate enough for the workplace but risky enough for all of the men (single and not-so single) to have frequent conversations with her breast every time they find another reason to enter her office and sneak a peek.
At her dressing table, she stares long and hard into the mirror and without verbally communicating a word, she speaks to Him. She shares the fears that she can’t admit to no one else, sometimes not even herself. Still in the moment of her thoughts, slowly she gets up from her stool and walks over to a blinking phone. She has messages. “Who still uses voicemail?” she thinks to herself. As she dials she rolls her eyes and listens to a telemarketer offer to clean her non-existing carpet, and her annoying, across-the-hall neighbor who comes up with a different reason each week to get on the other side of her door. She gave him the number in case of an emergency; she is now regretting that decision. And just as she is about to hang up, she hears a familiar voice. It’s Dawn, her college roommate who is rambling on about one of her notorious Saturday night get-togethers. They haven’t spoken in months, so it was good to hear from her, but Dawn is a party animal and after college they grew apart. While dialing her back, she thinks quickly of an excuse as to why she can’t attend this frequent festivity. However, Dawn answers before she can rehearse a lie in her head.
“Hey girl, I take it that you got my message. Well, here’s something that I couldn’t leave on a voicemail. I ran into Jason at Somerset. He told me that Andre just got into town and that he is asking about you!”
Kayla had to pretend to be listening to rest of what Dawn was saying, because after hearing his name, she kind of blanked out.
“Kayla, are you still there? Girl, I don’t even know what to tell you. But I will say this, I invited Jason and he’s bringing Andre. So pull yourself together, do three sets of crunches buy a new push up bra, and I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
Kayla stood there with a silly grim on her face, looking distant as if into the future. “Andre,” she thought. “Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in awhile.”
To be continued…
© LaRonda Moore