Dinner with Moses

Zedekiah Mans Up - Jeremiah 52:1-11

 

When he saw the first of his sons scream in agony as he lay dying, he wanted to throw up. But he didn't. He forced the bile back down, but it kept swelling up, bubbling between his teeth as one by one his sons were killed before his eyes. One of his sons; the youngest he thought, but he had been beaten to the point he could barely recognized; looked his way. That's when Zedekiah's knees started to buckle. That's when he bit his tongue to force back the tears. He tried to look away but he couldn't. Their eyes met and he saw in his son's blackened eyes, fear, horror and anger; not at the ones who had beat him and were about to kill him; but at him. He glanced away and then back, to see him lying among his brothers.

Then Nebuchadnezzar approached him along with some of the officials. He said something and they all began to laugh. He was glad his sons were dead so they wouldn't see this indignity; one of many he thought to himself. What had he taught them but how to desert a city; how to follow instead of lead; how to listen to all the wrong people who in the end double crossed him.

He watched them was they came toward him, walk over and on the bodies of his sons. Then they were practically face to face; Nebuchadnezzar and he. Zedekiah looked straight into his eyes. He tried not to blink but he did. His head throbbed so much. That's when he saw the look of total derision on Nebuchadnezzar's face. He said nothing but just walked past him. That's when all the bitterness he had been holding in came gushing out of his mouth.

Nebuchadnezzar had turned and walked up to him again. He straightened up, ready to face his enemy like a man, ready to look him in the eye - king to king. He could join his sons with honor. Strangely this was his finest moment and they couldn't see it. Strangely he felt a peace that had alluded him all his life. Then suddenly there was the glint of a dagger and then searing pain with the blood of his sons running down his face.

Eutychus Wonders if Jesus Ever Got Bored - Acts 20:712

Man, he wished his Mama wasn't saved. Sundays were just shot. They were in church ALL day and then had to turn around and come back for the broadcast. Sometimes they didn't even go home; they just STAYED. Now here it is three days later and where are they; back at church for prayer service. You would think that all that praying we did on Sunday would at least get us to Wednesday. I love my Mama dearly but once I get grown you will not, I repeat will not see me practically living in church and besides, this man can't even preach. Apollos, now he can bring it! This dude here was going on and on.

Luckily I was sitting by the window. I listened and smelled the summer evening that my friends were enjoying. Most of them don't go to church and when they do, they sho' don't make it a 24/7 affair. If Mama had a man, she'd be too busy with him to always be in church. But since Mama only really does is go to work and church, she'd probably meet a man in church and then I'd be really jacked.

Like I said, this preacher Paul was just running on, I was trying to stay awake but it was getting hard even with sirens and other street sounds coming through the window. I remember hearing a change in the preacher's tone and thinking like MLK, free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty he's through at last.

But the next think you know, I'm waking up in the hospital. I could focus on my Mama's face, streaked with tears stains. My Dad was there too; where did he come from anyway? I hadn't seen my Dad in months. I heard Mama and her sister talking and Mama said he was moving to Nashville. Out the corner of my eye, I also saw Grandmama, she was pacing and every once in awhile, I heard her say "Jesus". It was hurting me to muli-task, to focus, to think; so I didn't. Maybe this was a dream and I was still at church.

A doctor came in and everybody got real quiet. I heard the words bullets and skull and fall. The full sentence I heard was, "he hit his head when he fell." My dad put his hand on my shoulder as the doctor continued to speak, "We were worried about internal bleeding, but thankfully this wasnt the case. Good thing you got him here so quickly." Mama didn't take her eyes off me. "We'll watch him a couple of days but I think he'll be fine."

I looked up, though it hurt and my Dad's eyes were watery. Mama just bust out crying. She was trying to say something but Grandmama said it for her, "thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus!"

Before he left, I heard the doctor ask who was the person who brought me to the hospital because he didn't see him in the room and he thought he was a relative. Mama looked up and looked around the room as if noticing it for the first time herself. "That was our preacher," I heard her sniffle. Paul I thought, when did he stop talking? Again, it was getting too hard to think, so I smiled at my Dad and closed my eyes. I heard the doctor say, "That was very nice of him, who knows he may have saved your son's life." I opened my eyes just barely to see the doctor walking out the door. He turned, looked at straight at me and said, "You are a fortunate young man."

Bread and Circus on a Friday Afternoon

 

Making yourway to Jerusalem, you couldn't help but notice the flyers on the trees. "See the Miracle Man!", "He Raised Lazarus! How 'Bout U". People were wearing t-shirts Lazarus Lives...Again! All along the way, you could see that there were more vendors this year than last year. You could hear calls for "ice cold water". There were lots of snow cone stands which stood out brightly in the haze of barbeque smoke.

Gospel radio had been talking about this for weeks. This was going to be the best Passover ever. "See the Man who Preached A Dead Man Back to Life. Can He Do it Again; Come See for Yourself" were just some of the ads that were running. There was an excitement in the air. The Passovers had gotten so predictable that alot of people had stopped coming. Same 'ol priests, same 'ol sermons, some 'ol sheep. But this time people sensed something different was going to happen. There was a hunger for wonder; for shock and awe.

Though Jesus never signed a contract, Gospel radio often commented on his three year old ministry by way of their listeners. They had heard of Jesus giving sight to the blind, enabling the lame to walk, curing the crazy and other stuff. But when the Lazarus thing happened; that's when the text messages flew. And now they're here. The ones who saw it the first time and the ones they told who missed it.  The most popular t-Shirts, hats, buttons displayed in large bold letters- Do it Again!

And then it didn't happen. No one really paid attention to the guest ministers or even the songs. Though the Jerusalem Mass Choir had come and blew everyone away along with those smokin' robes; it wasn't the big event everyone was expecting.

When word got out that he had been arrested; the mood turned cynical although it did give them something to talk about which they usually talked about: no good preachers. No one knew exactly what he did but he must have done something. No doubt money was involved.

Confusion reigned among those he came to Jerusalem with. Then there was the fear factor too. The church leaders sent out a spokesmen and word went out through the crowd - they'll be no raising of the dead today. Jesus was accused of perpetrating a fraud. Maybe this Passover would be predictable; yet another man of the cloth like the emperor found without clothes. "That's what I say 'bout them preachers" was on practically everyone's lips.

And just when it was thought it had all been a waste, it was announced that Jesus was to be crucified. My that was quick, many thought. But with everyone's hopes so high and now dashed to bits, many thought he was getting what he deserved. And for all their time and trouble of trekking to this Passover, they, the crowd were at least getting something for their trouble: a shocking event that would have them talking for days.

When it was all over, they drifted away. They emptied the hot coals of the grills along the road. The vendors folded up everything.  What to do with all those t-shirts? What a disappointment all the way around. Even crucifixions were old hat. Even if he was a fraud; all smoke and mirrors like the church said he was; it would have been something to see someone raised from the dead.

Michal Writes a Letter to David as She Recuperates from Liposuction

It's beautiful here. I'm on the balcony looking out over the sea. I must commend you on your excellent choice in picking this place for me. You know my taste. I didn't think you knew anything about me. Anyway, it's early and the air is full of the sea. The sun has just come up. I can smell the flowers from the gardens. The olive trees are so tall, so twisted but beautiful just the same. I'm still sore but I think you'll like what you see; if you choose to see it. It's a new day David; maybe for us as well.

Being here has given me time to think about us or the memory of us or if there ever was an us. As soon as I get back we need to talk. I've often wondered if you've ever talked about me, thought of me when you were away from me. But the evidence speaks for itself. Did I ever tell you, I heard about you long before I met you and I was startled when I did. I thought you were older than you really were. You were so young. We both were. You were so different from anyone I had ever met and I know it was the same for you.

Yes, I always have and will always be a princess. But you cannot tell me to my face that you were not intrigued by me even one bit. You cannot tell me that you weren't at least a bit fascinated by me as I was with you. I will never not believe that.

I heard about Abigail. She's more friend than lover. She's the pet you scratch behind the ears to get the adoration she loves to give and that you apparently need. And Ahinoam, what's with the A's my love? What's with being with a woman with the same name as my mother?

You say these women have been there for you. Well I wanted to be there for you where ever that was. I never knew. For the longest I never knew where you were. Perhaps if I knew where you were so many times, I would have come. But remember when you left that night, you didn't leave a forwarding address.

What did I do to make you stay away so long? What did I do that you couldn't even send word how you were; how we were.I had to find out from my brother, from my father, from talk among the officers, from talk among the servants; but never from you. What did I do but lie for you and save your life. What did I do but love you. What did I do that you've never said so much as a thank you.

But now you need me as you always have; you just didn't realize it. You need me to legitimize your position. Odd, none of your other women can do that for you. Don't you find it ironic that the A Team was there for you, but they can't do what you need me to do? You thought you had the upper hand? It must bother you to realize when it comes to me you don't. It must fascinate you.

But like I said, it's a new day my sweet. I not only have a new body but a new mind as well. I'm letting go of the past. I want a fresh start. But when I think of all you put me through despite all I've done for you, well... I hope when I get back, things will be different; you will be different. It's easy to be optimistic in a place like this. I think I'll have some champagne and chocolates...for breakfast. When I come home, we'll celebrate. Have the champagne chilled and more chocolate ordered. The kind they have here is good but I don't know if you'd like them; their taste is bittersweet.

Jonathan Finds Out About His Dad's Psychic Hotline

Jonathan had always been on the thin side, but now he looked a bit gaunt. But his eyes were clear and his smile was welcoming. We've known each other since grade school. Our lives and careers have often found us in different parts of the country. In many ways we are total opposites, but he is my best friend and sitting across from him now, I could tell he was worried about something.

"Are you sure this place is OK for you, I know how you love a good steak", he said.

(Always considerate of others), "I'm fine," I say leaning back in the chair, "besides the Mrs. says I need to lose a few pounds, so I'll try some of your tree bark and grass."

We both laughed and I could tell he was beginning to relax.

"How is Karen, tell her I said hi".

"For sure, she always asks about you. And man I can truthfully tell you look the same. Man what's with you that you don't gain weight. Most of us, myself included look like we're pregnant."

"Pregnancy and all", he grins, "you look good yourself. How's everything?"

"Jon, I gotta say things are going well. The kids are in school and since they took after me, they managed to get a couple of scholarships. Karen went back to work, just on a part time basis mind you; but she's happy with that. I told you I left the practice I was with and went off on my own."

Jon was looking at me intently. "How's that working out, I remember you talking about how unhappy you were at the other place."

"Man the money was great but the money was costing me in terms of quality care for my patients and my own health due to stress. I of all people thought I was going to go crazy. So I looked at the situation and did what needed; what had to be done. I have a smaller practice, but not that much difference in income but the outcome of these changes in terms of patient care has been great. Yeah I can say that currently life is good."

"Well man, what's going on in your world?"

A waiter in dreadlocks comes to our table. "Hey Jon, my man". Jon gets up to embrace the waiter. "Long time brother, how's it going?"

Jon smiled and sat back down.

"What can I get for you gentlemen?"

"All I ask is that you have mercy on me Jon, I need taste."

"Makil, bring me an order of African orange rooibos tea and for my friend a berry cocktail. By the time you get back, we'll be ready to order. Oh and don't forget the honey."

"Cocktail?"

"Blackberry, raspberry, cranberry, blueberry, a dash of apple and pineapple; great antioxidants. By the way have you had your colon and prostrate checked?"

I'm the doctor but like I said, Jon has always tried to look after other people."All clear on the western front."

Jon smiled, "Just checking, just want my ol' buddy around."

"Why I got to be old, I laughed."

"I believe your birthday is a couple of months before mine, that's why."

"Ok, ok, so how's it going with you? The last time we really talked you were thinking of retiring from the military. Oh, and what does your dad think about that. I know how big he is on the military."

Jon seemed to tense up. He sat ram rod straight in his chair, rubbing his chin with one hand as he thought about what he was about to say.

"I'm definitely getting out. However, Dad's not taking it well. He has this vision of father and son as valiant warriors that he can't let go of."

"There's nothing to let go of; you still have your achievements. I'm sure they'll be studying your strategies at West Point one day."

"Maybe, I admit, I've had a great career as a soldier. I've loved every minute of it, but it's always good to go while you're on top. That's what I've been trying to tell my dad."

The waiter returned with our drinks. I immediately took a sip of mine. Um, this is good."

"And good for you."

"Don't ruin it for me."

"You guys ready to order?"

I pointed to Jon, "He's doing the honors, since I'm a stranger in a strange land."

"Makil, bring him an chicken and apple sandwich on rye, with pita chips and what kinda soup ya got?"

"Navy bean tomato and lentil vegetable."

"Bring me a bowl of the lentil vegetable, pita chips and the spinach salad."

"Back in a few", Malik said taking the menu I never really looked at in the first place.

"I thought this was a vegetarian and wegan place, what's with the chicken? I was all prepared to eat that wheat grass you've been talking about."

"It's vegan, meaning no animal products or byproducts but I know you like meat, but this place only serves organic chicken and beef."

"Oh, chickens that were sung to before being strangled to death."

Jon laughed, then turned to look outside, "I'm worried about my dad."

"Is he sick, what's wrong?"

"He is sick," Jonathan said quietly as he laced honey into his tea.

"Jon what is it?" I leaned closer and for the first time ever, I could sense fear coming from my friend.

"It's not physical."

We looked at each other with both awareness and foreboding.

Jon turned away and gazed out the window, "For quite some time Dad has not been able to do the things he used to do. I know that doesn't sound strange; as we age who of us can still do the things they did in their youth. But truth be known, the things he used to do, he wasn't that good at them then."

"Jon, your Dad's a hero. Remember the time he freed that village from the terrorist Nahash. Didn't he get the Medal of Honor for that?" (1Samuel 11:1-11)

"Yes he did", Jon turned to me. "But that was then and this is now."

The waiter returned with our orders. I was hungry and dug right in. I had to admit that the sandwich was good. Jon, however barely touched his food, only occasionally munching on a pita chip.

"What's really going on Jon?"

"The past. Dad is trapped in a past that's threatening not only his life but the lives of his men."

"I got your email; saying you want me to talk to him, but as I recall he was very close friends with Reverend Samuel. Hasn't he talked to him; after all from what you've told me; Reverend Samuel has known your Dad from his youth."

"They no longer speak."

I didn't say anything. The look on my face said it all. The relationship between Reverend Samuel and Gen. Saul was well known.

Jon pushed away the foot he wasn't eating anyway and rested his face on top of a fist as he looked at me, "Like you said Reverend Samuel had advised Dad even before he got his promotion. He was practically like a father figure to my Dad. But after Dad killed Nahash, he seemed to change. He didn't go to church as much or really pay attention to Reverend Samuel's counsel. In fact after that victory he really didn't seek out Reverend Samuel that much. He pretended to for appearances sake, but trust me he really didn't"

"Many people leave their churches, but that doesn't make them mental."

Jon turned to the window again, "Not too long ago a young man enlisted. No one had heard of him before. He just seemed another you man enlisting either to get away from something or to prove something. He had some brothers already enlisted but they didn't seem to come up on anybody's radar either. But out of nowhere, this kid takes down the major terrorist Goliath practically all by himself. Killing Goliath was a major blow to the terrorist network."

"Where was your Dad?"

"I did'nt hear about it until after the fact because I was on another front, but my Dad was supposed to command that unit that was going after Goliath. But reliable sources told me when it came time to head out to fight, my Dad just choked. He was afraid. And really this wasn't something new. With Dad there's always been an element of the fear factor. It's just becoming harder to hide and it 's more detrimental to the men than ever before."

"The young man, you're talking about, David, right?"

"Yes, you and everyone knows about him. He's all over the internet. Go on YouTube, a group of women made a song about him." (1 Samuel 18:6-7)

"I saw him on 60 Minutes and Larry King Live. As a matter of fact, wasn't he Time's Person of the Year, last year?"

"As well as named: Those Under 30 to Watch. And it wasn't the Time cover but the song on YouTube that got to Dad. He told me everywhere he went he seemed to hear it. The military is his security and sense of identity and I know he's deeply threatened by David"

"He's jealous of the young man David who reminds him of who he once was."

Jon leaned in, his voice a whisper, "More to the point, what he never was. Not only that but he's obsessed with devising and going on military campaigns to prove he's still the man of the Nahash days. And believe me he isn't. And then there's the witch."

"What!"

"You heard me, a witch or that's what she calls herself. The other day I caught him on his computer having a online chat with The Witch of Endor. An aide told me he sought her out after watching her on some cable show and talks to her all the time."

"Didn't I hear about some law your dad passed awhile ago against them from getting tax exemptions like churches?' (1 Samuel 29:4-15)

"Yeah, he did but now he's desperate."

"When do you want me to talk to him?"

"The sooner the better because there's something else."

"What?"

"He wants to kill David."

"Not unusual to think it but do you think he's capable of carrying it out"

"He's already tried. I've helped David escape a couple of times and I'm confident David can out maneuver him. It's not so much attempted murder but an exercise in futility that's draining him and everyone around him."

"Including you."

"Most definitely and one more thing."

"He wants to kill you too?"

"He acts like it at times. Every time I try to talk to him, he starts raging to the extent that I fear he's going to bust a blood vessel."

"Outside of family, does he have any friends."

"I told you Reverend Samuel will have nothing to do with him. Dad has a way of alienating those who care about him the most."

"Well why put off until tomorrow what you can do today, let's go see him now."

The waiter came over. "Talking to Jon, as he began to clear the table; "hey man you hardly touched your food, everything OK?"

"I thought I was hungry, but bring me a doggy bag and I'll dig into this later."

"Awright".

Jon reached over and grabbed the check.

"No man my treat."

"No man, talking to my Dad gets you my treat," Jon reached over, took and check and motioned for the waiter. "You can talk to him before he heads out."

"Where's he going?"

"He's received word that another terror suspect by the name of Achish is in the region. I know he's going to go after him. I know he feels he must go after him."

The waiter came back with the doggy bag. He slapped Jon on the back, "Take care of yourself man and don't be a stranger; have a good one."

"Thanks Makil, see you soon." Jon turned back to me, the tone of his voice a mixture of apprehension and resignation. "I think it's a rash decision to fight Achish at this point. We don't have the necessary equipment or the caliber of troops I think we need. Some of the men are on their third tour of duty. More importantly my father is in no shape to command."

"That's why you want me to talk to him; to talk him out of this?"

"No," Jon folded his hands, "It's too late for that. I just want you to talk to him to try to get him to see that after this, he needs to take a rest. He's running on empty."

"You're going with him right?"

"Of course".

"Of course you feel you have to, what about your brothers; man I haven't seen them in the longest time."

"Abinadab and Malki-Shua are grown with families of their own. They've been texting me for days about the flaws in Dad's strategy. They're already at Gilboa and I'll meet them there. Together we'll try to fix some things of course without letting Dad know we're trying to fix some things."

"Well let's go; time seems to be of the essence." For some reason I felt not only for Jon's dad, but himself as well." As we headed out, I heard Jon start humming. He seemed in better spirits than when we arrived. "What's that song, I think I've heard it before."

"You watch Grey's Anatomy."

"Yeah."

"It was on one show and it just stuck with me."

"What's it called?"

Jon took one last look at the cafe as we headed out the door. He seemed to hesitate then turned to me and said, "Well, let's go see Dad".

"What was that song again?"

"Oh, it's called "I'm Good,  I'm Gone."

Mary Goes it Alone and then Orders Pizza for Two

 The doorbell rang. I started not to answer for I wasn't expecting anyone and the way I looked I didn't want to see anyone. My husband, Zack was out. I certainly hope he brings back something to eat; even though I don't need it. But I have a craving for something sweet. I am so fat. The bell rang again, so I decided to get up if only so it could be chalked up to my exercise for the day. I looked through the peephole and screamed, as I opened the door. Her face was a little rounder than the last time I saw her. I knew why that's why I was so surprised.

"Liz-ZAY, ," she yelled as she wrapped her arms of what she could around me. The minute she did, I felt my baby jump.

"Omigod, I can't believe it, Omigod".

Mary walked in with one suitcase that had seen better days. "Believe it. I, no make that we," she said as she patted her stomach, "are here."

"How you'd get here?", I asked as I closed the door. And why didn't call me, email me or something to let me know you were coming?"

She reached in her bag and threw me a bag of peanuts. "Southwest, and if I told ya I was coming; it wouldn't have been a surprise."

I mouthed thank you God as we walked into the living room. It was just so good to see he. My baby seemed to be glad to see Mary too, as I could feel him moving about. 

Mary plopped down on the sofa, "How ya feeling? You look great. Your hair is gorgeous."

Please, I'm big as a bear. But I'm thankful that I'm healthy and the baby's healthy. The doctor put me on total bed rest for the first and second trimesters. But I'm feeling much better now. The only thing that's bothering me is being bored."

"Where's the Zack man?"

"Out hopefully buying me something to eat. Zack doesn't talk much. I think he's just as overwhelmed as I am but being a man, he'll never admit to it. But I do wish he'd tell me how he's feeling."

"Maybe he can''t, "Mary said as she reached for my stomach. Again the baby jumped and Mary felt it.

"Maybe you're right, but look at us, Mary? Here I am old enough to be your mother, no wait your grandmother and here I am getting ready to be a mother...for the first time." My eyes welled up with tears.

Mary came over and gave me a hug, "It's gonna be OK Liz. Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

"Yes it is," I said wiping my eyes. I placed one hand over my stomach and with the other I squeezed Mary's hand. "You know I had given up hope of ever having a child. I had quit praying about it. There would be long periods of time when I wouldn't even think about. Then Zack and I would be in church or just out and about and I'd see a young couple with a baby and I would wonder, do they know how blessed they are? Do they really know? And then the hurt and anger would come roaring back."

"Did you blame Zack? Did he have a low sperm count or something?"

"I didn't blame Zack. I blamed God. I was angry at God. And what do you know about low sperm count?

"I was reading something on the internet."

"Rest assured it had nothing to do with a low sperm count. I'm realizing some things aren't meant to be until God says they are. Dealing with not having children had everything to do with my faith or lack thereof. But despite my being angry at God, he blesses me and Zack with a baby. Go figure.It's been six months and I'm still in shock. Take it from me Mary, be careful what you pray for. God just might give it you. But speaking of shock," I glanced down at her stomach area. "I heard..."

"Through the Nazareth grapevine,"Mary laughed. She pulled out a bag of red licorice ropes. "Want some".

"Maybe later."

"Girl, I love these things and here's the reason why." She began waving one rope in the air before taking a bite from it. "It helps you make a statement and snack at the same time."

"Don't change the subject," I said leaning forward.

"What are you talking about?" Mary said mischievously. "Oh, let me turn this phone back on, I know Joe will call."

"That's who I'm talking about," I laughed. And I want details of how you two came to be you two. Start from the beginning."

Mary leaned back, chomping on another licorice rope, "Well,"she said, mouth full, "In the beginning, he created the heavens and the earth..."

I threw a pillow at her while I bent over laughing. "Stop girl or you'll have to leave".

"Why," Mary's eyes widened in shock.

"Because when I laugh I have a tendency to fart and believe me it's not pleasant."

"That's OK cuz, what's a fart between family."

"Don't say you weren't warned. Now back to Joseph. How did you get engaged with him go begin with?

"How else," Mary said matter of factly, my dad picked him. He's older than me."

"By how much?"

Mary looked straight at me, and she didn't seem so young and girlish anymore.

"He's old enough to be my dad; maybe my granddad."

"Really!" Now it was my eyes that widened.

"My Dad said Joseph was the kind of stable man that I need," Mary said as she twisted a licorice rope out of its package.

"Really!"

"He thinks I'm impetuous and don't say really again; but tell me what impetuous really means."

"Impetuous means a sudden action that's usually unplanned. Of course you're impetuous. You're young. Young people tend to be impetuous," I said.

"Really," Mary said chewing ever so slowly. She thought about what she just said and we both started laughing. "You're right."

"Right about what?"

Mary waved her hand in front of her face, "Cuz, that ain't pleasant."

We break up laughing again.

"Mary you're young. You're supposed to be impetuous. Take advantage of it while you can. You have youth to use as an excuse, once you get my age you're not impetuous; you just make dumb mistakes. And whether you're young or old; life doesn't always go according to plan at least not ours."

"My dad also said that with Joe being in construction and with mayor Herod green lighting so many building projects Joe would always have a job and always be able to take care fo me."

"That's a good point. If a man can't take care of his wife and family, what good is he? Does he come from a good family?"

"By that do you mean is he rich?" Mary said, waving a licorice rope in my face.

"That's exactly what I mean", I said.

"No, Joe isn't rich, not by a long shot."

"Do you love him?

Mary sat back against the cushions. And again the glimpses of a young woman could be seen coming through the teenage girl sitting in front of me. "Everything seems to be happening so fast. I know I don't feel like I think I should feel. I mean I have friends who are engaged and they're just knee deep in Brides Magazine, picking out dresses and all that, but.." her voice trailed off.

"What did Joe say when he found out about the baby?"

"Well, I knew it upset him. He's like Zack. He doesn't say too much. But I knew he wasn't cool about it. He started acting funny around me, which in turn pissed me off. Then there was the gossip. You just wouldn't believe."

"Oh, believe me I would. And what people don't know they make up."

Mary's voice quieted, "And they make up the worst stuff. I know Joseph was hurt and embarrassed by it. And of course he felt that it was all my fault."

"Remember my question?"

"What question?"

"Do you love Joseph?"

Mary sighed, "No I don't and he probably doesn't love me. Like I said Liz, when I told Joseph about the baby and he seemed less than excited. I thought about what the angel who told me about my baby said to me."

"Which was, if you don't mind sharing."

"Cuz, the angel told me that The Lord is with me" (Luke 1:28). When I thought about that, to be honest Liz, I didn't care what Joseph thought or would do one way or the other. Whenever I think about what the angel said and the angel came from God I know; it just makes me feel better."

I reached across and patted Mary's hand. "This is me you 'ol cuz, you're talking to."

I was a bit taken back by Mary's bravado but moved by her sincerity.

"OK, I was hurt but like I said, I can't wait for Joseph to decide whether he wants me or not. I'm pregnant that's all I know other than God will be with me. That's one of the reasons I came to see you. I knew you needed some help and I needed to think."

"Did you tell Joe you were coming here?'

"As I was going out the door", Mary grinned and pulled out another piece of licorice.

"Your dad said it, impetuous."

"Whatever. I just wanted to cool out and think and not think"

"About Joseph."

"And everything; maybe he's not the man I thought he was. But on second thought I really don't know him; like I should know the man I'm supposed to be marrying. I know he's a quiet man but how can know anything else if he doesn't talk much."

"Tell me about it! But don't give up on him Mary. Give him a chance. Look Zack and I have been married for a long time, longer than you've been living. You think it's been easy being married to a preacher. No it hasn't. They're been times when I thought of leaving Zack, but I didn't."

"Why?", Mary asked, looking at me intently.

"Because when I wasn't thinking of leaving him, I was thinking of loving him. You say you don't love him but you will Mary, if you give him a chance you will. Zack wasn't the man of my dreams but he is the man I'm married to and I've learned to love him; so it will be with you and Joseph."

"Yeah, yeah," Mary smiled. Time out for talking about Joseph. Do you know, boy or girl?"

"Boy, and give me a piece of that licorice."

"What are you going to name him?"

"John, God how do you chew this?"

"John", Mary frowned,  "There's no John in the family, where'd ya get that name from; no Zack Jr.?"

"Not for this child. Zack's full name Zechariah means Jehovah remembers. He remembered all my prayers and tears over all these years and has allowed Zack and I to have a child. You talk about doubts and fears. You talk about gossip or just folks being mean; "Who does she think she is with her old ass". But God has been gracious  to me, to Zack, to all of us. God told Zack to name the baby John. What about your bundle of joy, any names?"

"Jesus; it is a form of the name Joshua which is one of my favorite names. It means the Lord is salvation. But get this, Joseph did share this with me, that an angel of Lord told him that he, our baby would also be called Immanuel which means God with us. (Matthew 1:23)

"Oh,"

"What, cuz?", Mary said looking anxiously at me.

"Whew, that was some kick," I said.

"Just as long as your water didn't break, cause I don't know nothing 'bout birthing no  babies!"

We both start to laugh and of course l let one loose.

"Whoa Lizzy!"

"Whoa, Mary just wait til you get farther along."

"I'm hungry, what ya got to eat 'round here."

"Not much, that's why Zack is out. Hopefully he'll stop at the store. But how can you be hungry. You've probably eaten a pound of licorice since you've been sitting here."

"A mere appetizer, Mary waved a red rope of candy at me. "Let's order a pizza; my treat."

"No Mary..."

"Lz, I got this. I told my dad is was visiting you. And he knew why. He paid my airfare and gave me spending money out of the down payment on a home Joseph gave him. So where should we order from, but first, I don't like deep dish; too much dough. It gets in the way of the cheese."

"Let's call Papa John's."

"Hah, hah, seriously, what's a good place?"

"I'm not kidding, I said, "Papa John's good."

"Ok, what's the number? Mary asked as she reached for her phone. However just as she started to dial, another call came through. By the look on her face, I could tell who she was talking to. Her eyes softened and her smile widened. When she said goodbye, even her voice seemed lighter. Mary is not a beautiful girl. But she looks beautiful now.

"Ok, medium is out the question, we're going for large. What toppings do you want?"

"Green peppers and extra tomatoes."

"Is that all?"

"What do you mean is that all?"

"You don't like onions?"

"They give me gas."

"Oh,then I'll order two."

"Two what?"

"Two pizzas woman. One for me and one for you. I like onions, garlic, green pepper, extra cheese.."

"You just want everything"

Mary smiled at me as she called, "I already have it."

 

Herodias says: This Time it's Love

Our nickname for her is Ody (pronounced Odie). We were all surprised when she got married. It was an over the top affair complete with chariots and doves. Her dress was a silk satin confection designed exclusively for her by Manuel Mota. The wedding party was 50 or so people; over half of that family. We didn't think it would last, so we weren't surprised when we heard about the affair. But we were shocked when she and and Herod (or Harry as she calls him) ran away together.

I had seen her a couple of months ago at her grandmother Mariamne's funeral. It was at the funeral that I heard rumors that Mariamne had been killed by her husband; Ody's grandfather; Big Herod. Ody was there with her husband Philip at the time. Of course it wasn't the time nor place to talk. Afterwards, I had to leave  on business. But to see them standing there, as a matter of fact, they were holding hands; you would never have thought, there was trouble between them.

From the pictures I've seen, Ody favors her grandmother. She was very beautiful as is Ody. There's something exotic and patrician about her at the same time. At first glance Ody looks as if she could be Sade's baby sister. But it's the eyes that draw you in. Her eyebrows are thick in seriousness. They frame her eyes that have a bit of an Oriental slant to them. She looks wise and mischievous at the same time.

While at the funeral, I heard how her grandmother and grandfather used to get into it all the time. They were quite a volatile pair it was said. Perhaps that's where Ody gets her temper from. Although  she says that as she's gotten older, she's grown calmer. Ody's my dear friend, but I would say as she's gotten older, she's simply grown more sophisticated in expressing her anger.

With all the traveling I do now, we don't see each other as often. We mostly keep in touch with quick phone calls and emails. I often hear from others in our circle how vengeful she can be. I know that. They attribute it to the crazy soap opera life she grew up around and now has chosen for herself. Like I said, I've know Ody for years and she's like a lot of beautiful people with their refinements and sensibilities which seem to make their behavior at times shocking. But with Ody, it's in the blood.

She was sitting behind a pillar. The only thing I could see at first were her legs and shoes. "Are those Vivier's, I know that heel anywhere."

"Very good but no," she said getting up to give me a hug. She smelled of woods, almost masculine except for hints of vanilla, spices and flowers. She smelled like a man who had given a woman a hug. "I had these custom made in Rome. Not only are they gorgeous, but they feel so good on my feet. It's the next best thing to having them kissed," she winked.

Her hair was up, as she usually wore it. It's thick and wavy. She told me once she liked to keep it up in a pony tail or french roll because men always like to imagine taking it down. Plus she had good skin and a great neck. Wearing her hair up made the most of it. I asked her once if she would ever have plastic surgery. No, she told me because by that time I wont need it. By that time she said, I would have gotten everything I've ever wanted.

It's good to see you, I thought you were going to be in town longer but let's just enjoy our visit now. And just to let you know, Viviers, Manolo Blahnik, Jimmy Choo, honey they're all becoming so common. Custom is definitely the way to go."

"Thank you for the fashion tip. But why are you sitting up here behind this pillar."

"It's upstairs, high up which is where I like to be and also for privacy sake. I see some people on the first floor I know but don't like. Up here I don't have to bother with even looking at them unless I'm looking down on them, which to me is a good thing. People who I thought were friends are leaking information about me to the gossip columnists. Don't you think it's pathetic to have to make a living off another person's life?

"But Ody you know what they say, there's no such thing as bad publicity."

The corners of her mouth curved up slightly, "True but my bone of contention is one, good or bad publicity should be accurate and secondly to be mentioned in a column along with those Spears girls is  beyond dreadful. If I'm going to be in a column with anyone; it should be Angelina Jolie. Come to think of it, that's how Harry and I are, like Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt without all the babies of course."

"You're right just like you and Harry, those two aren't married either."

"Well Harry and I are together that's what counts and I don't care what anyone says."

The waiter came to our table, "Good evening ladies".

He looked like you would expect a good looking Italian waiter to look like except better.

"Buona Sera" Ody looked up and smiled.

"What can bring you".

"Diaci un momento per favore".

"Si."

"I'm impressed".

Ody smiled triumphantly, "I've been taking lessons. I just love Italy. You know, well I don't want to say that's where Harry and I met, cause we've known each other for some time, but Italy, really Rome will always be special to us because..."

"You began your affair with him there."

"You didn't notice my earrings."

"You can't change the subject and besides I did notice your earrings, they're exquisite as is all your jewelry."

She leaned forward, "Harry gave me these, you know rubies are my birthstone. And also this, she showed me her hand, "He gave me this too, right before we left Rome. The wedding ring he is going to give me is still being designed, but I will always cherish this one. Harry gave me this as a reminder of the first time we made love. I know that can be TMI; but I'm only telling you this because I don't want you to think that this was just some sexcapade. This time it's love."

"Ody, it seemed to happen so fast. By the way your nails look great. What happened to your trademark red?'

Ody smiled, "I prefer clear polish now. Red was for my dragon days. Those days are gone. I've changed. Ive got nothing to hide. Look how they've grown. Love makes everything grow."

"I must say you look very happy."

"More so than I've been in years," Ody said as she kept looking at her ring. "I really prefer a marquis cut. I think it looks better on my hand. Philip's wedding ring to me was a marquis cut. But Harry says this round cut represents our love which is forever. I had no idea that Harry was so romantic? What a difference, a welcome relief from Philip who is like a stone."

The waiter returned. "What can bring you?"

Ody titled her up up every so slightly to give the waiter a view of her neck and the V neck of her dress", I'll let you bring us a bottle of a wine that would complement two beautiful women catching up on old times as well as talking about new ones."The waiter was smiling from ear to ear. Ody looked over at me, "Did you want something in particular to drink?"

"I waved my hand, "I trust your judgment, or shall I say his. What do you recommend for the entree, I'm starving."

"Everything is good. They only make a few dishes. This isn't one of those generic Italian places where you can get just about anything; all of it mediocre to bad. I'm not even that hungry, all the stress of all of this has taken my appetite away."

I looked at Ody for a moment. She has always been willowy, but I could tell she had lost weight. You could see it in her face.

"They have a superb cellar. I love the wines from the Veneto region. Harry introduced me to them when he took me to Venice."

"I thought you were in Rome."

"Henry's wife found out that we were in Rome and even Harry didn't know what she was capable of doing so we took a side trip to Venice before returning home."

"I heard she is really upset. I was in Bergdorf's the day you called me and I ran into, well I won't say a girlfriend, but an associate who knows Ariane quite well. She says Ariane is devastated."

Ody sighed, "I'm sure she is. Look I didn't plan this and Harry didn't plan this. But it happened."

"Ody how did it happen?' 

"I was already in Rome when Harry came, not because of me. He was there separately on business. One night we found ourselves at the same dinner. I was feeling strangely glad that Philip wasn't there. That's another thing, Philip's not social. He's can be content sitting around talking about Greek philosophy and things like that all day long: b-o-r-i-n-g. Anyway Harry was there without Ariane. Seems her father was ill and she wanted to stay with him. Dinner ended and just like in the movies we found ourselves on the balcony. We talked almost until morning. I didn't want to say it but I told him that we'd better leave..separately. He brought my hands to his lips and whispered against them. I can't even remember what he said. But I know what I felt. It was like a bolt of lighting shot through me. We just stood there for the longest just looking into each other's eyes. And the rest, as they say my dear, is history."

"Wow".

"Wow indeed," Ody said taking a sip of water. So if you think I'm going to let some whiny little wife or anyone else try to but in and ruin the best thing that's ever happened to me you and anybody else is sadly mistaken." Ody's eyes narrowed with both conviction and defiance.

She waved both her hands, "And I must say that all Ariane's threats and legal wranglings are only making matters worse. Her father Aretas is sticking his nose in it. He has shares in several of Harry's companies and now he's threatening to take some of them over."

"Can he do it"?

"Henry has good boards, or I should say loyal boards. He pays them well, but who knows. I've heard even some of them talking."

The waiter brought the wine. Ody watched him set down the glasses and pour. "What are you delighting  us with good sir?"

"For women as bello as you both are Maculan Fratta."

Ody, took a sip and smiled, "Hmm very distinct, thank you. Give us a minute and we'll be ready to order." She turned back to me, "I like wine with heft to it."

"In addition too the language, hmm this is delicious. You're becoming quite the oenophile too."

"Let's toast," she said,"to people minding their own business."

"Ody, we are talking about two families and two powerful families at that. So the chances of people  minding their business is pretty much impossible."

"Yes, I know," Ody said while twirling the wine glass in her hand, "I'm just sick of hearing people's opinions, especially that big mouthed preacher."

"Who?"

"You may have seen him around. He looks homeless. And for some reason the gods have yet ti explain to me , Harry will actually listen to him." (Mark 6:20)

"I didn't know Harry even went to church".

Ody took another sip of wine, "He doesn't. He doesn't have to; that preacher comes to see him. As if I don't have enough problems, here he comes, what's his name, it's John and something else?"

"John the Baptist".

"You know him?"

"I've heard and seen him."

The waiter returned.

"Talking about that man has taken away my appetite. What do you have a taste for? Just bring me an espresso."

"Well I'm hungry, let me start with some bruschetta and this," I pointed to the item on the menu because I recognized the word salmon.

The waiter leaned down, "il pomodoro ed il finocchio hanno farcita i salmoni con las salsa del basilico"

"That's it," I laughed.

"You ordered the tomato and fennel stuffed salmon with basil sauce."

"Ody you are good!"

Now Ody laughed, "Not that good, I was here a couple of weeks ago and ordered the same thing. But back to John, what's the last name Baptist, what is that? Is it Hebrew? Where is he from anyway and where ever that is I wish he'd go back."

The waiter returned with the espresso.

"I never knew the crud I was drinking until I came back from Italy. Here is about as close as you'll get to an authentic cup of espresso in this town. All these other cafes and such, it's bath water, that's what they're serving; bathwater. But back to John, one more time, what's that last name again?"

"Baptist.

"Heavenly," Ody said as she took a sip of her espresso. "What does that mean?"

"Baptist, baptism relates to cleansing; cleansing from sin. John is like one of the prophets of long ago in that he preaches both repentance and hope in Jesus".

Ody's eye's widened, "That's the other guy I keep hearing about, but he isn't nearly as nerve wracking as this John fellow."

This time I attempted to change the subject. "This place is very nice," and I must say they have the best looking waiters I've ever seen. I like restaurants like these, small and intimate."

Ody sat back, "It's family owned. My grandfather and the owner grew up together. You know sometimes it's better to keep certain things in the family. But it can be tough; believe me I know.

The waiter brought my entree and poured us more wine. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Maybe some dessert," she dug in her purse and pulled out her Blackberry. "Now tell me about John the Baptist."

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, go ahead and eat, but between bites tell me about John the Baptist. I'm taking notes so I can tell Harry that I'm not the only one who thinks this guy is bad news."

"This is delicious, you can tell when basil's fresh. And he's not bad news to me but to you."

"But I need someone else to discredit him. Harry says that I'm just harping on the man."

"Ody, I'm not going to do your dirty work for you."

"I need more espresso. Speaking of dirty; he has the nerve to go around talking about people needing to be cleansed from sin, when he needs to go somewhere and take a bath."

"Espresso and wine does not a meal make. If you're not interested in what John the Baptist is saying;  why do you let him upset you so?"

The waiter seemed to appear out of no where. Without looking up Ody said, "Bring me another cup of espresso darling." She then pointed one of her beautiful long tapered fingers at me, "I told you, he get's Harry to listen to him. Then Harry starts to feel guilty. I tell Harry he has nothing to feel guilty about. That nosy little preacher is the only thing we ever really argue about. It sure would be better if he weren't around."

Ody's third cup of espresso came.

"Hmm", you're missing out, as I finished up dinner, "and Ody you have to admit you and Harry add fuel to the fire because neither of you are divorced yet."

Ody's eyes narrowed and I could both feel and see her tense up. "Philip and I are working on getting that done as quickly as the lawyers make possible," she smiled.

"Really, how's Philip taking all this?"

"Strangely he isn't giving me too many problems. To be honest, it's been over for quite some time between us. Philip is a nice man but he isn't a passionate man. He isn't an ambitious man. He could spend his whole life governing that hell hole Trachonitis. Trachonitis, that's why I travel so much. Who wants to stay in a place that sounds like a disease."

"So this wasn't quite a surprise for Philip?"

The waiter came again, "Can I get you ladies anything else?'

Ody, now drinking wine, "I know what I want. I don't need to see a dessert menu." Do you want anything," she asked me?"

"No, I'm quite full."

"Well", Ody said flashing the waiter a beautiful smile, "Bring me a big fat piece of torta crema Italiano. Bring two plates please also," she smiled again.

"Is it good?"

"Only as good as coconuts, walnuts and frosted cake could be. And that's another thing. Philip never likes to go out not even for dinner. You know me. I like to try new things. I was too young when I married Philip. I realize that now. On top of that I got pregnant not too long after we got married. And I also realized that with the exception of Salome, all these years I've been tremendously unhappy." 

"Speaking of Salome, how is she and how's she coping with all this."

The waiter brought the dessert.

"Oh, let me show you", Ody hands me her Blackberry again and I see pictures of a girl about ten who has the exotic looks of her mother. "Salome is like me; tough. I've told her that her father and I won't be together anymore."

"Has she met Harry?"

"Salome knows Harry and yes I have told her how I feel about Harry and that soon we will be living together."

"That's a lot to lay on a child."

"Salome is fine and will be fine. She takes her cues from me."

Ody digs into the dessert, "You've got to taste this!"

"Gladly if there's any left. Have you and Philip worked out custody?'

"I have custody." Ody said wiping her mouth , "There was never a question about that. Philip knows I would never keep Salome from him. That's the one good thing we have between us. But my baby stays with me."

"Besides my grandmother's poundcake; this is the best cake I've ever tasted."

"Harry introduced it to me. He as a sweet tooth also. I'm telling you he's opened up a whole new world for me."

"What are you going to do once the divorce becomes final?'

Ody leaned back in her seat and poured the remainder of the wine that was left, "Well. make Henry and I legal. After that there are alot of things I want to do. I'm even thinking of going back to work."

"Work, what if Henry wants children."

"I do not, I repeat, I do not want any more children. But I do miss the work I was doing."

"You were good."

"I'm still am. Remember before I left and married Philip, I was at Merrill. I could go back there today but its part of Bank America now; no thanks. That simply won't work. I'll probably go to some boutique firm but instead of wealth management, I thought I try M&A. Don't tell anyone, not even Harry knows. But I have my feelers out."

"Knowing you, you'll get what you want."

Ody smiled like the cat that swallowed the canary. "Yes, I do don't I."

"It's too bad I have to fly out tomorrow morning. I'd love to stay and I'm so sorry I'm going to miss seeing Salome. I remember when she was born."

"Yes, she's growing like a reed. She's all legs."

"What school are you sending her to?"

"I have her at the Professional Children's School in New York. Philip's penthouse is close by,"Ody was taking her fork and scraping up the last bit of cake from her plate.

"Isn't that some type of performance arts school for young actors and actresses. You didn't tell me Salome was interested in acting."

"Well," Ody said licking her lips, "she used to be heavy into fencing. She still does it but not like she used to, you know kids. But starting last year she latched on to something else. I've never seen her so excited about anything. And I'm not saying this because she's my child, but Salome is good."

"Good at what?"

Ody didn't seem to hear my question and kept on talking.

"Harry is good friends with a couple of producers; one who does nothing but Broadway. Harry says if she stays with it, he'll take she and I around to some agents. Who knows, but she seems to be sticking with it. And of course Philip pays for the lessons."

"What lessons are you talking about?"

"Why Salome's dancing lessons of course."

Samson Loves the Buffalo Wings at the Honeyvine Gentleman's Club

He drove up in a black Escalade with nougat leather filling. Leather, Old Spice, the faintest hint of tobacco and him at the wheel; I had stepped into a vat of man. My parents had told me Samson was doing quite well. I had heard he had been promoted to a judge. I had grown up with him. My parents and his parents have been friends forever. They had wanted us to get together; to be more than friends. It wasn't meant to be but we still remained friends. I had left Zorah to attend school. Samson left also but not for school. We always seemed to miss each other. Occasionally I would get a text message along the lines of "Hi how ya doing" but not much more. I was surprised when he showed up at my parents door. He had been visiting his parents and found out I was home. I was told that since he became a judge, Samson preferred to live downtown. He doesn't come home that often and when he does, he doesn't stay long. My dad told me that Mr. Manoah makes excuses for Samson saying that his son is very busy with his career. "He's busy alright," my dad would say.

"Nice", I said as we glided down the expressway.

"It's OK, Samson said. "Would you like a drink?"

"What?'

"No, not that kind of drink. I have some soft drinks and juices in a cooler back there."

"Oh, not now. I'm just glad we finally caught up with each other."

"Me too, you're hard to catch up with", Samson turned to me and smiled.

"Look who's talking? I come home quite a bit and you never seem to be there.  Why don't you come home more often?

"I'm home when I need to be. I've asked my parents to come downtown with me. I offered to buy them a condo, but they'd rather stay in Zorah."

"And you won't"

"Nope." When I turned to look at him, I noticed his blue tooth wasn't blue but yellow. Topaz, I recognized the stone. It flashed periodically, casting a small yellow glow against his cheek half hidden by a thick braid. Aware of me looking at him, Samson turned to face me. "Truth is it's very boring at home. There's more stuff to do downtown. It's really where I need to be."

"No, I'm OK, yeah they tried to jump me in Gaza. (Judges 16:1-3)Well so much for one night stand. It wasn't even the night. I left took care of business and left. That's when I found out they were trying to jump me. Yeah I'll be careful. Look I'm with someone. No, she's just a friend. Really, she's just a friend. I'll talk to you later. Samson turned to me, "Let me switch this to voice mail so we can talk without being interrupted."

"What happened in Gaza?"

Samson's face was serious, "Nothing I'd like to talk about."

We pulled into a strip mall and drove around back.

"Where are we going?'

Samson smiled. Since I hadn't seen him in awhile, I had forgotten how deep his dimples were, especially the one in his chin. It made a boyish yet sexy exclamation point to whatever he said. "My place of business."

We walked inside. The place was empty but looking around, I knew immediately what it would be full of later.

"A strip club Samson?'

Again the dimples, "Welcome to the Honeyvine Gentleman's Club".

"A strip club Samson, C'mon."

"A gentleman's club."

"Does your mother and father know about this?'

Samson looked at me but there were no dimples, "Are you sure my parents didn't send you here to spy on me?"

"I asked you first."

Samson pointed a finger in my face and I could see his face tightening.

I didn't back up an inch, "You don't scare me Samson so you can't bully me".

He put his finger down and his voice softened, "I don't want to, but this is a legitimate place of business and I'm not ashamed of it; I and my partners..."

"Partners, what partners and from where?'

"Some guys from around here, about thirty to spread the risk" (Judges14:11). And for your information I do conduct business here."

As I was about to ask what kind of business, about four woman appeared on the stage in front of us. A horrific blend of disco, techno, funk; what some would call music began to play and the women began to do warm up exercises. They had on leotards, some were barefoot and some wore flats, like ballet slippers. They looked over at us, him more than me.

"They're practicing," Samson said, as he turned back to me. He saw the look on my face. "Look I know my parents worry about me. That's what parents do. But you know I'm strong enough to take care of myself." The dimples appeared, "I'm hungry."

"You serve food here?'

"Of course. What would you like?'

"Not to have bodies wiggling and jiggling around the food I eat."

Samson gives me a look, "OK, what's good here".

"Everything we serve is good", he said glancing at the stage. "But I want you to taste something. I think you'll like it; be right back."

He got up and walked in the back. I noticed that his braids, seven in all were halfway down his back. After a few minutes he came back. I thought for all of his strength, he wasn't bulky or muscle bound. Samson was trim and taunt.

He swung his leg over the chair to sit down (You can take a man out of Zorah but you can't take Zorah out of the man.) "You're in for a treat, we make the best buffalo wings in the world. The chef makes this sauce that will knock your eyes out. Like I said, this isn't some hole in the wall; look around you, classy. Do you want something to drink? We have a fabulous wine list. One of my partners put it together. He owns a winery."

My eyebrows shot up.

"No, no", Samson smiled, dimples and all. "I just know about the wine list along with the other alcohol we serve but I do not drink. Please don't tell Mama or Daddy about this because I don't, I repeat, I don't drink."

"You better not," I slapped his arm which felt like steel. I couldn't stop looking at his  hair which was practically glistening. "Who does your hair? Who braids it for you; certainly no one from around here?"

"No, I met a woman".

My eyebrows shot up again.

His dimples appeared again, "She's from Eshtaol. She comes here with her husband," (he emphasized). "He's a trader and she does my hair."He then leaned forward so that our faces were almost touching, "Guess what though?"

"What"

"I think it's thinning a bit on the top."

I got up and walked around to see the top and back of his head and saw nothing but a mountain of thick wavy, kinky hair descending into even thicker, wavier and kinkier braids. "It doesn't look like it's thinning to me".

"It is", Samson said, moving back in his chair. He folded his hands in front of him and sat quiet for a few moments. He then looked up at me, "I can feel it."

"Samson, you're a long way from Rogaine, I tried to reassure him."

"Yeah, maybe." He then shook his head, the braids seeming to move in a rhythm that soothed him and moved him out of his momentary funk. "Here come the buffalo wings, " his dimples appeared.

The buffalo wings were brought to us on a platter, a big platter along with an ungodly amount of cole slaw and steak fries. "Thanks for doing this Kenny, he said to the young chef who was making his way back to the kitchen. The young man simply smiled and saluted. Samson turned back to me, he's another young fella, I've met since I've been here. He's a great chef. I'm giving him a chance."

"Oh really."

"Yeah, showing him the ropes so to speak."

He bowed his head and quickly said grace. All I heard was "amen". I noticed the music had been turned up a little louder and the women who had been merely stretching were now running through their routines. I saw a couple look over at us, at him more than me but Samson was lost in a plate of buffalo wings.

After a few moments, Samson noticed that I wasn't eating.

"What's the matter, not hungry? How can you not be, don't you smell how good they are," he said as he waved a wing under my nose.

"It's just watching you inhale food instead of actually chewing it, takes a moment to get used to though after knowing you all these years, I should be used to it."

"I've always had a big appetite, you know that. Here try this coleslaw. At first I didn't like it, it had a funny taste but now I'm used to it and I like it." He spooned a heaping spoonful onto my plate.

I looked at the dish, "Samson, this coleslaw has raisins in it. Didn't you taste them? Didn't you notice them?" And why would anybody put raisins in cole slaw? (Numbers 6:1-3, Judges 13:4-5).

"I eat around them."

"I hate to sound like your mother but you must be more careful about what you eat. You must enjoy your allergic reactions."

There was sauce all around his mouth, "You're right, thanks for looking out for me."

I handed him a napkin. Not only was his mouth ringed with sauce, but so were his hands. "Get over yourself. I'm not looking out for you, I'm looking out for us; the people you're supposed to be leading as our judge."

"Whoa, whoa there, get off that high horse and have a buffalo wing." He reached a greasy hand toward me.

I couldn't help but laugh, "I'm sorry but I worry about you...buddies?"

Samson lifted up a buffalo wing and gestured to me to do the same, "Til the end."

"Full?," I said, noticing him stretching back in his chair.

"No, just taking a breather before round two."

"Speaking of taking a breather," I said as I pushed my plate back...

"Is that all you're gonna eat?"

"I'm taking a breather too, now as I was saying. You know when I get back home everyone's going ask how you are, code for are you seeing someone? You know your Mama and Daddy are going to have a million questions for me."

"You know what, let me email Mama before you leave, at least I can help you and head her off at the pass," he said with smile not wide enough to show his dimples.

"I didn't know your mother knows how to do email?"

"She doesn't, my brothers help her out. I know I don't call her as much as I should, but when I do call, she's like you said, asks a million questions and before you know it I've run over my minutes just talking to her."

"These are good," I said, between bites.

"Told you. Why do you doubt me", Samson turned and motioned to a man who was on stage with the women. Do me a favor, he called to the man; have Kenny bring us another order of wings." The man nodded while the women watched us, him more than me.

"Samson I'm hungry but not at the brink of starvation; why did you order more wings?"

"You can always take some home."

"Fine, change of subject," and this time I leaned in closer to him; "What happened with your first marriage. It was the talk of Zorah and I'm not asking for your mother, I'm asking for me; what happened?"

Samson took a big gulp from the big glass of sweet tea he had poured for himself. He took another gulp. His brows, already bushy knitted together to form a dark foreboding shadow over his eyes. That girl was crazy. I would call her something else, but I respect you. Her family, friends; everybody was crazy."

I reached over, picked up a buffalo wing and shook it in his face, "What happened Samson?"

Samson, began dragging a steak fry through a pool of ketchup. "What can I say? It was lust at first sight. It's something about these Philistine girls and if you tell my parents any of this..."

"What's to tell, I think they already know."

"As I was saying, but the more I talked with her, the more I liked her for reasons other than the obvious. Later, I found out that she, her family and friends were only trying to make a fool of me. Oh here come more wings".

"Excuse my manners I said reaching over him, but give me the coleslaw."

Between smack, slurps and grunts, Samson told me the tale of his first marriage.

"The *#%$ started strangely enough at the wedding party or should I say parties, because we partied hearty for seven days. We were running out of stuff to do when I made a bet with some of her friends, they had to be her friends. Anyway I made a bet with these dudes based on something they couldn't have guessed in a million years. I would have cleaned up; the odds were 30:1"(Judges 14:10).

He reached for the sweet tea. "She was so beautiful even when she cried. I thought she loved me. I really did. She was young and sweet or so I thought. I thought wrong because she betrayed me. I don't know if those dudes threatened or bribed her, but she just kept after me. Finally I told her the answer to the riddle which I made the bet with. I would have won big, but she turned around and told her friends. During the last day of the wedding party, I should have known something was up. They were all standing around grinning from ear to ear. Also I saw her speaking to one of them off to the side. To make a long story short. I lost on both counts."

"How much were you out of?'

"Quite a bit," he belched "Excuse: After I paid everyone, I had to get out of there. I would have hurt her, I really would have. I left and went to Ashkelon. I hate Ashkelon. I don't know how it got to be such an important city. The men are weak. Anyway I knew I had to pay off this this bet off, but I wasn't happy about it."

He knitted his brow again and his eyes became as dark as his brows, "I ran across thirty men. I was so pissed.They reminded me of the ones at the wedding party I left, all smug and everything. I killed them. I stripped the clothes off of them and took them back to Timnah and just threw it at those other guys. (Judges 14:19). After that I just left. He didn't say anything to her, I just left. As a matter of fact I came home. I wanted to talk to you but you had just left."

"Yeah, my dad told me."

"I should have emailed you then and there or better yet sent you a text message. But on top of everything; I lost my phone around that time. I probably lost it in Ashkelon, but look." Samson pulled out an iPhone.

I smiled at him, "Nice, you have a bunch of messages".

"They can wait".

I decided that he looked older than the last time I saw him. "I heard the bride married someone else. Did you ever talk to her again?"

"You seem to hear alot."

I smiled, "What can I say, good news travels fast and gossip even faster."

Just the memory of the incident made him mad all over again. I could see him tense up.

"After I cooled down, I thought about how much money my family had spent for the wedding that never was. The food, the liquor, all that *#%$ adds up! Also I hate to admit it, but after all of that I still wanted her. So I went online and found this place Minnesota Specialty Meats and ordered some goat. They love goat meat, go figure; but I thought why not let bygones be bygones. So I go goat meat and all to her house. I get there and her dad won't let me see her, my wife. Not only that he tells me that he's given her away."

Samson was practically yelling, people were looking at us, him more than me, "Lower your voice".

"Not only that but he tells me that he has given her away to one of the groomsmen who I loss the bet to. It took everything I had not to knock his teeth down his throat."

"I'm glad you didn't"

He sighed. "Hey we need some more tea, he said looking around. He turned to one of the women apparently taking a break from rehearsing, "sweetheart would you have someone bring more tea for me and my guest."

I couldn't tell if the woman was smiling or grimacing, but she complied anyway.

"Don't congratulate me, I wasn't through with them. Did you also hear about the fire?"

"Yes, but I didn't believe it."

"Well you should have because its true."

"You're admitting to arson; doesn't that go against a code of ethics since you're a judge?"

"Not when it's justified. See they thought they had the last laugh," Samson pushed the remainder of the buffalo wings away. He folded his hands neatly in front of him. But if you followed his hands to his wrist and up his arms you could see that his biceps were bulged. "They thought they had gotten one over on 'ol Samson, but I got them back. I got them back good."

A woman came with the tea. She set a large picture in front of Samson who looked up and smiled at her. She moved over to my side of the table and bent down slightly to fill my glass and Samson's eyes. Then she walked away.

"Your new girlfriend"? I asked

"No," He smiled," but let me tell you about the fire."

I noticed that Samson's eyes had lit up. If the memory of lost love was sour; the memory of revenge was sweet. The dimples were out in full force.

He leaned closer to me, savoring the tale, "Wheat fields as far as the eye could see. I left her dad's house and I looked up at the sky. Lord I said, it's time for them to reap what they have sowed. (Judges 15:1-5). I caught 300 foxes. I started to just let them loose in the vineyard but then I looked at all that wheat; all that wheat they were getting ready to harvest. They had denied me but they were getting ready to have plenty. No, I couldn't let that happen."

"But a fire?"

"It took me awhile, but I tied torches to the foxes tails and lead them to the wheat fields. Not only did they go through the wheat fields but the vineyards and olive groves. It was a total loss. When the townspeople found out who had their fields and vineyards burnt down and then found out why; they went to my wife's house and killed her and her father."

"So one good turn deserved another? I'm surprised Peta or some animal rights activists weren't all over you."

"I would have put them out of their misery too. You know, I could have just thrown some Molotov cocktails but the foxes were more fun. Besides I couldn't let that slide; my wife and father-in-law being killed. I didn't want anything to happen to them, especially not her. I admit I went ballistic"

"For the umpteenth time".

"Funny, anyway, I found as many of them as I could and killed them. Some of them were bleeding when I left. That would teach them once and for all not to *#%$ with me ." Samson, took a big swallow of tea as if he were trying to cool off the anger he was feeling all over again. "You want some dessert?"

"I think we need something sweet. You're the only person whose weddings end up like some kind of Sam Peckinpah movie. You need anger management. You get so violent over the littlest things. You need to learn to control yourself. I don't won't anything to happen to you."

"Look," Samson reached over and grabbed my hand. His felt like sandpaper. "I don't need anger management because I would not get angry if people controlled what they say and do to me. Key lime pie is good."

"Key lime pie it is," I put my hand over his. Samson looked out for me when were growing up but now I felt a need to look out for him. "Well after that disaster, I can only hope this means that you are through with the women from around here. As a matter of fact, it probably wouldn't hurt you settle down with a girl from back home."

Samson gestured and the woman who had brought us the tea came back. "Bring us two slices of key lime pie and make them big slices."

"Always," the woman smiled at him not at me. He reached for my hand again. He smiled but not enough to set the dimples free, "Move home, I told you no can do because there's nothing to do there. Now as far as seeing someone, first let me say that if you go back home and tell anyone what I'm about to tell you, then I will personally tell your father that you continued to see that boy, what's his name when they forbade you to do so. What was his name, never mind  I'll find out."

The key lime pie came. Samson immediately dug in."I like the way they make it, not too sweet. It has a nice tang to it. I had never even tasted key lime pie until I came here. See that's what I'm talking about."

"I never realized how diabolical you are. But you're right this pie is delicious. And you're wrong, there's a bakery at home that makes and sells key lime pie. You just haven't been home to know it. So tell me who the new flavor of the month is."

"You are a spy," he laughed. He pulled out his iPhone and showed me a picture of a woman. She had a heart shaped face framed by dark, wavy hair ; hair as luxurious as Samson's.

"And this is.."

Samson was gazing at the picture himself." She looks even better in person" and he points toward the stage.

I see a petite woman that had not been there earlier. She has her hair piled high on her head. She joins the other women but looks our way. I could tell she wasn't looking at me or even noticing me. As if on cue the music started again. But this time it was more sensual with a slow steady beat. I watch Samson watch her as she began to glide around the pole. She was very limber and alternated between ballerina like movements and hip hop. Samson couldn't take his eyes off her. The music stooped and she smiled not at Samson or anyone else but it seemed to be a smile for herself; a smile of self satisfaction. She walked toward where some men are gathered. All the other women had left. Every once in awhile she and the men would look our way.

"Now it's me that's doing all she can to keep from knocking your teeth down your throat. Haven't you had enough," I said nodding toward the woman and the men who were still standing around talking.

Samson's put his hands together as if in prayer, "It's not what you think. This isn't like the other one, this time it's love."

I reach over and slap him upside the head, but his hair was so thick it absorbed the blow. "A pole dancer, a pole dancer! Of course the women in Zorah can't compete. They're not pole dancers! What is this, if at first you don't succeed, keep making a fool of yourself or better yet continue to let others do it for you."

"It's not what you think," his voice is sterner. "But again my parents don't need to know this."

My voice begins to rise, "Why wouldn't you want me to tell them Samson. Why wouldn't you want me to announce it to the world that you're dating a pole dancer. Could it be that you already know how disappointed they'll be when you bring home a pole dancer. Not to worry Samson, I wouldn't want to hurt them more than you already have."

"What do you mean by that?" Samson asks, eyes wide with amazement.

"You seem to look down on us. Every since you got this promotion it seems that we're, you're own people aren't good enough for you. Look where you live. Look who you love. You know what I'd better be getting back. I wouldn't want you to miss the show!" I get up to leave but an arm pushes me down.

"Ouch"

Samson grabs me by both shoulders, "Sorry but believe it or not I really feel she's the one for me. Now I brought you here, I'll take you back home."

"That's OK I can catch a cab."

I take Samson's hands off of me. "She looks sneaky. Haven't you had enough of these women and the men trying to get over on you."

Samson was looking down at his phone and smiling wide with dimples deep. I looked over where she is, the men were gone but you could see that she was texting.

I gotten up again and this time he didn't try to sit me back down. "Don't worry I won't make the same mistake I did at first."

"Hmm, I find that kinda hard to believe when you seem to be caught up with the same kind of person."

"Here's some money for the cab."

"I'm not going to say thank you."

"You don't have to, I owe you."

"Again, get over yourself because on second thought, nobody should have to know about this."

"Well I gotta go".

"Samson be careful."

He came close and grabbed both my hands, brought them up to his lips and kissed them. At the right time I'll explain everything."

We hugged each other and then I smelled it again, like in the car, a faint hint of tobacco, "You haven't started smoking have you?"

"No mother", he laughed giving me another hug. "I don't smoke and I don't drink."

"Samson, I read this once, take it for what it's worth," Keep your servant also from willful sins, may they not rule over me. Then will I be blameless, innocent of great transgression. (Psalm 19:13)

He hugged me again. We faced each other. We were childhood friends now grown and gone our separate ways. He more so than me. He had moved away in more ways than one.

"Be careful going home," he said.

"You got a pretty little phone; use it and let me know how you are. By the way, what's this chick's name?"

He had already started to walk away from me toward her. He looked back over his shoulders. He was smiling, dimples deep and large, "Delilah".

A Trophy Wife Says No

She came running up and as she got closer I could see that she had lost weight. She had cut her hair. As she got closer I could smell her perfume; like vanilla dripping over a lemon grove; sweet and tart.

I'm so sorry she said, I was with a realtor and just lost track of the time; have you been waiting long?"

"No," I said, all the years I had known her, Vashti has always been late...for everything. Ever since I've known her she's had no sense of time but at times seems strangely ahead of it.

The maitre d' appeared and he and Vashti embraced. A sleek young man came to our table. It was set next to a beautiful fountain with flowers growing all around it. "I love eating outside. This is my favorite table and they know it and I usually get it. I haven't been here in awhile. I've missed it, but now..oh well". She took off her sunglasses. "See we're in the shade and off to the side. We can gossip to our hearts content," she laughed. "Although from some of the looks I got when I walked in, the gossip is already in high gear."

Once she took off her sunglasses, I could see that Vashti wasn't wearing any makeup, except for her lipstick. She wore orange, bright orange; a summer mouth. We must have been in grade school the last time I saw Vashti with a bare face. She looked younger. I had forgotten she had freckles.

"What a difference... how long has it been since I've seen you?"

"Not as long as you think?" Vashti said.

"But I see some changes made. No full court press, no entourage, no red carpet entrance and no hair."

"Oh, I'm trying to decide on a color. I haven't had my hair this short in years. Really I prefer it short. I just let it grow long for Xerxes, you know how men are about hair. He'd scream if he saw it this short."

"Well do you do wear wigs?"

"No" she said. "I guess it has been awhile since we've seen each other which is precisely the reason I called you to have lunch. I wanted you to hear it from me before you heard it from anyone else. As a matter of fact, I'm surprised you haven't heard it from anyone else. Everyone knows. See the people looking over here, they know."

"But I don't."

"Can I get you ladies something to drink?", the handsome to the point of being beautiful waiter asked us.

"I don't want to see a drink", Vashti sighed, "Oh I'm sorry do you want one? Just bring me some water with some lemon slices."

"Just some ginger ale for me".

Vashti looked up at the young man, her orange lipstick practically gleaming, "Don't worry honey, you'll get a good tip." She looked at me again, "And you haven't heard?"

"No I haven't Vashti."

"You must have been out of town."

"Vashti, I've been busy. Besides who can keep up with all your drama?"

"True. But this is big even for me. Xerxes threw me out."

The waiter came back with our drinks. Vashti turned her attention back to the menu and saying to no one in particular; "appetizers yes" before she looked at me. "I want you to taste the salsa. It's real salsa, not that crap they serve at the chains. It's fresh and has a kick. You like hot and spicy food?"

"Not really."

"Live a little and just try it. It may shock you and I mean that in a good way."

"Speaking of shocking", Xerxes threw you out?"

"Yes." She dropped a couple of lemon slices into her water. "Helps cut fat. I believe the exact words were, "I never want to see your face again." (Esther 1:19)

"What happened, the last time I talked to you..."

"I was probably sick of him then, well not so much him, there's just so much going on right now. I just can't believe you haven't heard about it. Look over there, see those two, they were at my party  where it all went down. Of course being friends they were one of the first to broadcast the news about Xerxes and me." Vashti looked over at the women who began looking in our direction. Vashti, looked back at me, "Excuse me a minute".

I watched her walk over to the table. She had on white capri pants and a bold print blouse. Some would probably say she was too petite for such a print, but they would never say it to her. She seemed to glide on her high heeled sandals. I watched the the women watch her as she came closer to them. They looked apprehensive but as Vashti got closer, everyone smiled as they always did. They spoke briefly before Vashti gave each a hug and then walked back toward me.

"I just had to do that."

"Do what?"

"Make them uncomfortable. I repeatedly tell Xerxes that all he's doing when he throws those big parties is feeding his enemies...and mine." She pointed over to the two women who were now leaving.

"Okay now tell me everything".

"I should have married his father".

"Vashti what are you talking about? Darius! He's dead".

"But he wasn't then, when I met Xerxes. He had more sense and truthfully overall was a better person. Why didn't you come to Xerxes' party, you and Charles were invited; I made sure of it."

I didn't have the heart to tell Vashti that my husband hates Xerxes' parties. He's been traveling alot lately."

"That's OK, as you know you miss one of Xerxes' parties, there's always another."

The waiter brought our appetizers. I looked at Vashti's hands, as she dipped a tortilla chip into the bowl of salsa. All her rings were gone except for one on her right hand on her little finger. A beautiful stone, lapis lazuli set in the mouth of a gold lion.

"This", cough, "is," cough, "hot", I said.

"Salsa is supposed to be spicy; it's supposed to be hot, otherwise why not just have ketchup. Now I'm not hungry. I don't even know why I'm eating," she said pushing the bowl of chips away. "But I do need protein, no meat though, I'm sick to death of meat too". To be honest, I'm sick of food. I've been living in a never ending buffet for the longest."

"Since you're not going to tell me about Xerxes throwing you out, what's good here?"

"The salads, they have beautiful salads and they're good too. There's a farm not to far from here so all their stuff is fresh, organic. After things settle down a bit, I'm going to get a colon cleanse, detox, I'm getting all this junk out of me "

"Vashti all the talk of colon cleanse before ordering lunch is..."

"Sorry," she laughed, "I'm just fed up...literally. Oh,they have great sandwiches too.. This is such a nice place she said softly. "

I reached across the table and reached for her hands. Without the rings they looked smaller, almost childlike. "The important thing is that you're OK thank God."

"Oh, yes," Vashti waved her hand, "Oh yes, every since this all happened, I have asked the favor of Ahura Mazda."

"Of who?"

Vashti sat up and looked straight at me. She folded her hands in front of her like a school girl getting ready to recite a homework assignment for which she got an A. "It is by the will of Ahura Mazda the only god that I am even Queen. Did you know that after Darius died, his older brother Art, Artobazanes was slated to succeed Darius, but Xerxes himself told me that by favor of Ahura Mazda, he became king. You and I both know that it is the older brother who usually wins. No Ahura Mazda favored Xerxes to be king and also by his will for me to be queen."

"Vashti, I am talking about my God, Jehovah Yahweh, Jehovah-jireh; the great I AM, the Lord who will provide. I am talking the one who is all powerful, all knowing, who is everywhere at the same time. I am talking about the God who you seem to need right now, Jehovah-shalom."

"And that means?"

"It means that now you seem to need the presence of God who gives His people strength; who gives his people peace even in the midst of turmoil and confusion. Vashti looked at me. "You still go to that church?"

The waiter came up and asked, "Are we ready to order?"

"You said the salads were good, how 'bout an order of panzanella, some cucumber soup and another ginger ale."

"That sounds refreshing." Vashti looked at the waiter, she smiled a smiled she always smiles whenever she asks for what she wants. "Honey what kind of fish do you have that doesn't taste too fishy."

The waiter didn't blink.

"We have tilapia."

"Tilapia?" Vashti said. "Everybody's eating that." You know bring me the grilled trout, cherry tomatoes and asparagus."

"Trout is fishy", I said.

"If I don't like it, the cat will."

"Now can we concentrate..."

"Where was I?"

"Basically at the beginning, Xerxes threw you out."

Vashti pulled her chair closer, "Listen Xerxes went through a rough time after the king Darius died not to mention as I said before all the mess surrounding the succession. But Xerxes wasn't as inexperienced as some thought. You do know that he ruled with his father as Darius got older; to help with the stress of fighting the Greeks and all. Eventually things did calm down. Xerxes was king and that was that. Truth be known, the heavy lifting had been done by Darius. Everything had been organized very well. Really the administration runs like a well oiled machine. I need more water," she signals the waiter.

"Just have him bring the pitcher."

Vashti continued, "Xerxes planned a series of parties to celebrate what, who knows; with Xerxes who needs a reason to party. You sure you didn't get an invite." She pulls out her Blackberry, only people I like and trust are in in here and here you are. Honey, Xerxes pulled out all the stops for almost six months! Six months! For once in my life, I was tired of shopping. I always had to be on for his guests; ready for my close up. Xerxes loved to parade me around and for awhile I enjoyed it but then it started to get old, very old. And besides all those people were Xerxes friends. One day I just decided to throw a party just for me and some of my friends as well as the wives of the officials of the palace compound. I wish you could have been there."

The waiter brought our entrees. I bowed and said grace.

Vashti tapped my hand, "You don't have to thank me. I told you I was looking forward to this."

"I was thanking God, the God I spoke about earlier."

Vashti looked puzzled, "Oh"

"This is delicious, how's your trout?"

"The cat will be happy".

"So you were saying."

Squeezing another lemon into yet another glass of water,"The girls and I were off to ourselves, far from the maddening crowd. It's rare that we get to get together like that. We were just sitting around having fun like Cyndi Lauper sang "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun". All of a sudden Mehuman comes in." (Esther 1:10)

"Who is Mehuman?"

"He's one of Xerxes' eunuchs. His name means trusty and he is toward Xerxes. He reports only to him. He came with six others. I guess Xerxes wanted me to know how important this was or again it was probably just another excuse for Xerxes to put on a show. Anyway they told me Xerxes wanted to see me and for his guest to see me; to see how beautiful I was. Like I said that had gotten old. The women began to leave expecting me and my servants to begin running around and getting ready but I just sat there. They repeated to me in no uncertain terms that I appear before Xerxes and his guests. I got up to say goodbye to the women who hadn't left yet. They looked so sad. I guess, sad for me, sad for themselves. Here we were having a good time, not bothering anybody...I looked at Carcas who had come with Mehuman. "He's drunk isn't he?" Mehuman jumped in, "What does that have to do with anything? He is the king and he has ordered you to come and appear before him."

"Does Xerxes drink alot?"

"Xerxes is excessive in everything he does as long as he is doing it. Anyway, I was tired. I was angry.."

The waiter brought Vashti a picture of water along with slices of lemon. "I don't know why I'm so thirsty but anyway I told them I wasn't going anywhere."

"Vashti, they could have forced you to go."

"They dared not touch me I am the Queen. But they couldn't wait to skip back to tell Xerxes my answer. On second thought maybe I should have sent a note, been diplomatic about it. But I was just sick of it; jumping when he says jump and for what a bunch of people, half who'd probably just as soon as see him dead than eat his food."

"So you're sorry you did it?"

A wry smile crept across her face, "No, I simply realize I could have done it differently. Xerxes like most men is very proud, vain practically. But most men don't run an empire, so let's multiply that pride and vanity to the tenth power and you have Xerxes. A man told me something long ago that apparently in this instance I forgot. He said a woman can do anything she wants to a man as long as another man doesn't know it."

Vashti leaned back in her chair. She looked wistful. "You know Xerxes has never known what to do with me. From the first, I've always been a challenge. But until now that has been between Xerxes and me." Her face seemed to harden.

Trying the lighten the mood a bit, I said "You're right the panzanella was a good choice. Do you want dessert?"

"I've seen enough desserts to last a lifetime but then sweets are my weakness. But what the hell I have pilates later this afternoon. And I know just the dessert to get. You have to try their passion fruit sorbet. And once you try it and if you don't like it, I'll eat the rest of it," Vashti laughed.

The waiter came. "Steven this was great. If you would be ever so kind to bring a doggie or shall I say kitty bag for this and for dessert please bring us one order of the passion fruit sorbet; two spoons. Vashti kept looking at Steven while she asked me "coffee?"

"No thanks."

"So as I was saying, once word got back to Xerxes that I was not going to come to him, his advisor's got involved. (Esther 1:13-18)

"Marriage should be between two people. My God says, For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh. (Genesis 2:24)

"Never heard it that way but honey once you get to this level, to this much power; it's never about two people. Anyway Xerxes has seven advisors really his legal counsel that have been with him for years. They got involved in it. He trusts them implicitly. I guess they saw Xerxes upset and probably because they've never liked me to begin with, came up with something to appease Xerxes and punish me at the same time. One of them Memucan is especially dangerous."

"Is he related to Mehuman and how is he so dangerous?"

"The only thing that relates them is the fact I hate them both. But they don't call Memucan the sorcerer for nothing. He is brilliant in all matters of law. He is brilliant in creating laws for any occasion Xerxes needs a law created. It was Memucan's bright idea to have me put out. He said that if I got away with refusing to come when Xerxes called, other women would start doing the same thing. I believe his exact words were ..."There will be no end of disrespect and discord." (Esther 1:18)

"What ?"

" You're husband's acting a fool and you have to go along with that crap? I don't get it and as you can see, I'm not taking it."

"I pray that God give you wisdom you'll need in the coming days."

Once more Vashti assumed the schoolgirl pose, "Ahura Mazda will show me the true path I need to take."

What if I told you my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ is the way, the truth and the life. (John 14:6) I know with Zoraster it's thoughts and deeds that count. But the God I serve does not bless because we do, He blesses because He is. Sometimes, especially when I'm really confused about something Vashti, I pray for God's wisdom to make the best decision but at the same time I realize that it is His will that will ultimately be done. I pray that I have the maturity and wisdom to accept it."

Vashti threw up her hands. "Some things I will not accept and there is always something you can do."

"Vashti, sometimes there isn't anything you can do but wait on the Lord to act. Sometimes you just have be still and know that He is God."

"One of the first things I would like to do is strangle Memucan."

The dessert came. "You weren't lying this is sooooo good."

Vashti smiled, "You like it. I'm dissapointed; I guess we have to share."

"You're a mess".

"Yes," she said, "and I've certainly gotten myself into one. Having me put out wasn't enough, they enacted a law that a man's home should be his castle. (Esther 1:21-22). They made a law for their insecurities. And on that tip, I sent Xerxes a letter. I don't know if he got it, but I sent it by someone I trust. I told Xerxes that it's a shame that the eunuchs that serve him have more balls than he has. I told him that a man, anybody shouldn't have to demand respect, he should earn it. I just needed to tell him that. And speaking of needing to do things, I've got another appointment to look at a house."

"From the God I serve I will share a piece of wisdom with you: A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger." (Proverbs 15:1)

Vashti pulled out a jewel encrusted compact and began putting on her lipstick...meticulously with a brush. "You may have a point. Memucan and clan have also talked Xerxes into taking away my title. Although he hasn't initiated divorce proceedings, Memucan advised Xerxes to "give her royal position to someone else who is better than she. (Esther 1:19).  And there is a fresh recruit on the scene already. Her name is Esther. I think she's a Hebrew. She's young, pretty and sweet just the way Xerxes likes them...for a while."

"How do you know all this?"

"Not everyone is glad that I'm gone," she smiled 100% superstar. Anyway I must be going, people to see, things to do, houses to buy."

"I'll walk out with you."

"Good," she motions the waiter to bring the tab "My treat of course or should I say Xerxes treat, the bills still go to him," she laughs.

We stand outside and wait for valet to bring our cars. "What are your immediate plans?"

Vashti had put her sunglasses on so that all that was really visible of her face were her orange glossy lips. "Well, get a house and then get another house and another; prices are down but Xerxes' bank account is up and I need to move fast before he finds out. They'll be my investment. I may even make a career of it who knows, a girl needs something to fall back on."

The valet drove up with a sleek black sportscar with cream color leather interior. Vashti walked over to it, giving the young man a tip and one one of her super summer smiles."It was so good to see you. Finally I get to say that and mean it." She reached out to hug me.

I could feel how small she had gotten. "Take care of yourself Vashti. I'm going to pray for you."

"Don't worry," she said as she got into her car, Xerxes didn't have me killed.I told you he can't forget me. He may love another woman, but he will always desire me. (Esther 2:1). Besides I have the gods to protect me. But thank you anyway sweetie. Maybe one day I'll come to your church."

She waved, blew a kiss and gave us all that bright summer smile and she drove away from curb.

Nimrod Does Thai

He was already there when I got there.

"Thai, Nimrod, I didn't expect you to be a Thai man."

"Well just when you think you have me figured out; I surprise you!"

The waitress came over, but before I could say anything, Nimrod said, "please bring us a bottle of Syrah Rose, if you have it." He looked back at me, "you're gonna love it."

"If you say so."

"And I do."

"Well I must say, you look great. And he did. Every since I've known him, Nimrod has been a very active man; constantly on the go. But he looks even leaner, not meaner but there seems to be a greater intensity to him. He has a gap between his two front teeth so that when he smiles, one of his big broad smiles; it just seems like a door opening to endless possibilities. So I was a little surprised when he leaned forward, brows knitted and said:

"I need to talk to you about something."

"Sounds serious"

He nodded.

"Are you okay?

Again the broad smile. "I feel great. I just got back from California, San Diego."

"How was it?"

"Great and not"

"What do you mean?"

"That's what I want to talk to you about."

The waitress brought the wine and Nimrod looked it over to make sure it was correct.

"Can I bring you some appetizers?"

I reached for the menu, "Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't even looked at the menu could you give...

"Bring us some Po-Pia Thot, Po Piah Tort and um, why not add some Mee Kob."

I'm impressed now what did you order?

"Crab spring rolls, crispy egg rolls and sweet and sour rice noodles."

"I have to say it again, I can't believe we're not at some steakhouse. And I have to ask it again, since when are you Mr. Thai Food? Wasn't your motto, If I can kill it, I can eat it."

"Well number one, I had gained about 15 pounds, you know getting older, metabolism slowing down and then I just felt I needed to make some changes. I decided to let go of meat for awhile. A friend of mine took me to a Thai restaurant in one of my own buildings and I've been hooked every since."

"That looks and smells great," I said as the waitress brought our appetizers.

"Now that you trust my culinary tastes, like I said, there's something I want to talk to you about."

"Your family?'

"No."

"Any friends, assuming you have some"? I smiled.

"No."

"Then what?"

Again, he leaned forward, causing me to quickly move one of the plates of appetizers that was between us. "My buildings; you see, I'm in the process of developing eight commercial centers (Genesis 10:10-11) They will be located in the Middle East. Trust me, after all this Iraq-Iran stuff is over, the area is really going to boom. It's booming now, but it's going to be even bigger. And I'm gonna be right there. Believe me the best is yet to come. I'm very confident about this new development.

"Where at?"

"Dubai. You know the world's tallest building is going to be in Dubai, Buri Dubai. It will be 160 stories. And why not, places like Dubai are the new Wall Street. So I'm not only building a taller tower, but I'm building a whole new city around it!" Like I said before, it will be my crowning achievement; a monument if you will..."

"Yourself?..."

"To me, my investors, to talent, to wealth, to building..."

"You're something else."

Again that big boundless smile. "So you seem to have everything under control, what's the problem?"

Nimrod took a long sip of wine and then wrapped his hands around the stem of the glass. "I don't know or I can't quite put my finger on it, but as all my other projects have gone smoothly baring some of the usual snafus; this one is different. This project, this great project of mine seems to be plagued with problems."

"Like what?"

"You name it...cost overruns. No doubt you've heard about skyrocketing commodity prices. You know I'm using the finest materials; some of them custom made (Genesis 10:3)."

"How far are you along."

"The project is half way done. Everyone's excited about it but like I said, it's costing us big time. But having said that the tower is sure to pay for itself  not only as an office tower, but we will also have a luxury hotel as well. On top of that, it's going to be a great tourist attraction. People are very excited about this project.I'm in negotiations with some leading fashion houses along with some top chefs about leasing space. One of the chef's is from Vietnam, another hot market.

The waitress brings our food. The colors and smells are amazing.

"And you doubted me".

I smile and dig in. I look up and Nimrod is merely picking at his food, which is unusual since for as long as I've known him, he's been a member of the clean plate club.

"One of the investors wants to pull out."

"Why," I said, suddenly realizing I was talking with a mouth full of food.

"Who knows, another is threatening to sue. But not to worry," Nimrod's voice became lower and edgier. "When I finish showing him the error of his ways, he'll either stay quiet or go away quiet." He sat back in the booth, once again cradling his wine glass.

"What is it that's really bothering you?"

"I guess this is the first time out of all the deals I've done, that I seem to be running into resistance. Don't get me wrong, there's always been a wrinkle here, a wrinkle there. Nothing is ever completely smooth, not even my deals. But this time it's different. I sense something different."

"Do you feel like something or someone is working against you?"

He looked directly at me. "At times yes"

"Have you prayed? Have you had a little talk with Jesus?"

Nimrod looked at me as if I had two heads. "No."

Pushing my plate away, I leaned forward, "Why do you think you're so successful?

"I'm confident and willing to work hard, very hard until I get what I want. I know how to seize opportunities, to pounce on them if you will. They do not call me a great hunter or warrior for nothing. I am my father's son" (Genesis 10:8-9).

What about God? Don't you think that God has something to do with you being this great developer? Do you ever consider the source of all your talent. (Deuteronomy 8:17-18, James 1:12-18).

The boundless smile appeared again, "All I know is that every morning I wake, I see the sunrise and I think what's beyond that."

"Who do you think has given you this drive and ambition?"

"What do you want me to do, thank God for the developments I've done so far. I'm using my talents to the best of my abilities, which is my choice. Should I thank him for doing what he told me to do through my grandfather Ham which was to be fruitful, code for productive and increase in number."

"Yes, now what about marriage?"

He smiled, "I'm too busy for that".

The waitress returns and asks us if we're ready to order.

"I'm full, I can't possibly..."

Nimrod waved his hand, "first some more wine. Now how about hmm, just Pad Thai for me and an order of Mee Phat Yaa Jok.

Once more, what did you order for me and secondly what do you mean you're too busy for marriage. If anyone needs more people to boss around and order for it's you."

I'll admit this to you, but right now I don't want to be tied down. Right now I don't feel like fitting someone into my life."

"That's very selfish."

"That's very honest."

"And sad, almost as sad as me not knowing what the hell you ordered for me."

Nimrod gave me that big gap grin. He's happy being in control; in charge. "Oh Mee Phat Yaa Jok that's fried rice, eggs, white bean curd, vermicelli, spring onion and coriander."

"Sounds interesting, delicious I don't know, but interesting yes. I've I let you down so far?"

" You know you're a very proud person, a very dominating person."

"Dominate or be dominated is what I say."

Again I noticed Nimrod didn't eat that much, but he liked the fact that I further stuffed myself.

"I knew you would like it."

"Well since I'm in full pig out mode, I want dessert and since you've ordered everything we've had today; you might as well continue with dessert."

Nimrod signaled for the waitress.

"Are you finished here sir?'

He didn't wait for her to offer dessert, "Bring us hmm, mangosteen clafouti and some sticky rice mango". He looked at me, "We'll both be bouncing off the walls. But about being proud, of course I'm proud. I mean look around, I've accomplished much. (Genesis 110:10).

"Are you too proud to pray. Are you, Oh Mighty Nimrod afraid to admit that he needs help?'

"I'm talking to you aren't I?"

"But I can't help you".

"That's becoming apparent."

I sighed in exasperation and irritation, "Fine. But you and I both know I'm talking about a higher power; higher than that tower you plan to build. Please go home and pray. Tell Jesus all about it. And Nimrod, no one has to know. That's the great thing about the Lord, you can share any and everything with Him and He won't share it with anyone else.With Him you don't have to pretend.

The waitress brought our desserts.

"One thing I can say Nimrod, Thai food is pretty; now what are we eating?"

"Sticky rice for me; mangosteen clafouti for you."

"Come again?"

"It's a combination of a Thai fruit and a pastry."

"Oh".

Big gap smile.

"Nimrod, I'm only going to say this one more time. Pray. The Holy Spirit is trying to tell you something and you're fighting it tooth and nail."

"The who?"

"Never mind, it's too soon for Him anyway."

Nimrod eats the sticky rice with gusto, "I'll think about it."

"Don't think too long. There's a proverb which I think you should hear. it goes: Pride goeth before a fall, a haughty spirit before destruction." (Proverbs 16:18)

"What are you talking about? In my world confidence isn't a bad thing; it's a necessary thing.It takes confidence to do the things I do. Destruction, what are you talking about or what are you wishing about?"

"I'm not wishing anything. But don't you get it? Don't you understand."

He stretched back in the booth. He looked around. The dessert seemed to lighten his mood. His eyes seemed brighter and darker at the same time. "You, know let me get outta here and see what's going on with that tower. I can probably get a flight out tomorrow"

"What about what I said?"

He paid the waitress, giving her a generous tip and me a big hug. He gave me that big gap smile. You mean about prayer, destruction..."

"No, you don't understand or maybe you just don't  want to understand"

"He looked at me and for a moment I couldn't tell if he was happy or sad. " I got places to go and people to see. We'll get together soon."