Pat G’Orge-Walker
excerpt from Sister Betty Says I Do
“At the moment we’re almost finished with outlining
things.” Sasha announced proudly interrupting Sister
Betty’s silent prayer. “I’ve got some great ideas and
Bea thinks she has one or two as well.”
“Yep, I’ve got it down pat. And this time it’ll go off
without a hitch,” Bea sneered, “despite what place
this lil Smurf done thought to hold it.”
Throwing up her hands, Sister Betty gritted her
teeth. “Are you two back to name calling, and wasting
my time?”
“You know these are just our pet names.” Sasha
winked at Sister Betty before clicking her false teeth
signaling she was lying, again.
Sasha then rushed from the sofa and pressed a sheet
of paper into Sister Betty’s hand. “Now all you hafta
do is look over what I’ve written and decide which of
these here venues is good enough for you. Just make
it quick because I have other things to attend to.”
“When ya finish balling up that wad of stupidity,”
Bea quip, “ya can take my suggestions and let me run
with them.”
“I’d had enough,” Sister Betty yelled causing Sasha
to retreat back to the sofa. “How many times I need
to tell you two that this may be my first marriage,
but I’ve known a carnal nature before and I’ve been
to a few weddings too. So for the last time; you two
can leave now because I know what I want and how
I want it.”
Sister Betty watched Sasha, who was not one to stay
pushed around, pitifully try to cross her parenthesis-
shaped arthritic legs. “That may be,” Sasha said
coldly, “But everybody at the church knows your
fiancé Freddie Noel; skinny and as yellow as a
number two pencil, ain’t ever had the wrapping taken
off his old carnal pleasure…”