Chapter Six
About three years and three children into the marriage, Lawrence began showing up to church on a regular basis. He was a short, skinny guy who looked like Flava Flav in the face. The complete opposite of me. He was loud and flashy and always had a crease in his forehead from wearing his dew rag too tight. He wore the type of suits you would see in old gangster movies, the ones with the long overcoat and several buttons. He wore Steve Harvey suits before it became a trend.
I never liked Lawrence. His perfect waves and wing-tipped black and white Stacy Adams always bothered me. Here was this short, loud, pimple of a man who I felt was challenging me for my role in the church. It was a spot that I had worked for, a spot that I turned on my Momma for. Lawrence wasn't only there f
