She sat with the wrong man as she waited patiently for her love to appear, to arrive as he usually did. Still, he did not come. It was nearly six o'clock, and the beginning part of that portion of evening services, the singing, was almost over. Soon the regular services would start, and he would not be there.
As soon as the singing ended, she got up. She headed down to the lady's room, just for something to do, hoping to run into him on the way. She sighed when she saw him dart out in front of her on the stairway to the restrooms. Watching him run downstairs, she was relieved that he was there, that he was safe. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed that he had disappeared into the men's room.
She spent only moments in the restroom before she stepped out, following her love's mother. She was so unsuspecting, thinking foolishly that everything was okay, that since she had seen him, everything would be fine. She was proven wrong as she and his mother walked right into the eye of the stormy fight. There he was, in front of the men's room, yelling at two girls. He was so upset; his voice and eyes reflected this well.
There was nothing that she could have done. Services would be resuming soon, and she had nothing to do with the argument. She headed upstairs as his mother jumped into the action to break it up.
Thinking. That was all she could do as she sat there alone during services. She wondered what was going on, why the fight had ever happened in the first place. Everything was suppose to be all right, it really was. She had seen him upset too many times too recently for the situation to be otherwise. Life was suppose to be peace. Why was it all happening again?
She asked him that the very next day on the phone, wanting to help him out. He needed a friend, and she knew it. She had been there before for him...
"I don't want to talk about it." That's what her love told her on the phone that morning, also informing her that he did not want any rumors of the argument to get around. In other words, he did not trust her to keep the facts to herself. He no longer wanted her help. This pierced her. Why had he lost trust in her? What had she done wrong?
So, who was he to tell of the fight? Maybe no one. Perhaps he would keep it to himself since he would not trust anyone with his feelings. She wanted to comfort him, but he just wouldn't let her...
By Kellyanne Lynch
4/15/1996
