Charlemagne LittleField gazed at her wedding ring in awe thinking of her recent husband Roberto whom she had just married an hour before so there I sat staring at Roberto remembering all he had done to me “hey Charles can I talk to Roberto a few minutes alone” “sure thang buttercup” she said in her thick country accent ”So Roberto here we are” “it looks that way Margaret” “why did you do it why did you kill my mother ?” “it was an accident” “than why didn’t the judge decide that in court! You were in the car wreck ran the red light and murdered my innocent mother because you were on your phone in the car what was so important that you had to see that made you kill her?” “ My dad abandoned me when I was eight years old I heard my mother crying in the middle of the night I asked her what was wrong she could barely breath I looked for my dad everywhere after the years I hoped one day he would come home I had a phone call from him I didn’t know what to say or if I should even answers in that minute of distraction I hit your mother and the decline button both people which we would never hear from again I’m really sorry but I was going through a lot too” “ Maybe it was an accident but I still miss her everyday there is an aching gap in my life where my mother used to be I want to get along with you since I will be seeing a lot more of you but I don’t know how to do that or forgive you” “ the same way I had to forgive my dad for leaving me all those years” “and how is that” “Trust God he has a plan for you if life was going all the time when would it be special” “ I don’t believe in God and I’m not gonna stop now” “ that’s your choice but every choice has a consequence think about that and just consider going to church with us this Sunday you might change your mind” *inside Margaret’s brain* maybe Roberto is right maybe I do need to give my life to God but what if he’s not real why didn’t my parents teach me about him “ Hey Roberto I have a question if God is real why didn’t my parents make sure I knew that” “ Just because your parents didn’t tell you stealing was wrong doesn’t mean its not a law how can someone tell you something they don’t know do you get it?” “Hmmm I think so does that mean my mother isn’t in heaven is she in (Margaret lowered her voice) hell” “ I’m afraid so but just because someone makes bad choices doesn’t mean you have to follow you are a strong beautiful young lady and I wish nothing but the best for you so for your own good I’ll pick you up for church Sunday at nine o’clock in the morning if you want” “ I think I might like that but why would he want to have a relationship with such a terrible messed up person like myself?” “ He loves you and created you he wants a relationship with you because no job is too big for the San God who created the universe “ “ I’ll try it but that doesn’t mean I’ll stay” “ that’s your choice but I’m proud of you for considering *I was not used to complements so I felt very good * “ Hey Charlemagne you can come in now “ “ Ok thanks sugar drop did you two get along?” we glanced at each other “ He is tolerable”I said “ well I best be going do you two lovebirds wanna meet up at my place tomorrow?” “Sure thang” “ I have some questions for you too like why there is a women at the front door claiming to be Roberto’s wife?!” they looked at each other in fear knowing something private I would not be able to pry out of them for their lives. * I wanted to hide I wanted to run I didn’t know where to go*