A small gold bell above the front door rang, announcing a new customer. A young woman stepped into the richly-decorated interior of the Christian Patriarchy Shop.
The shopkeeper, dressed in a tailored dark suit, leaned over the polished oak and marble counter. “Welcome! If you want life the way God wants life, you’ve come to the right place! How may I help you?”
The woman smiled tentatively. “Hi. I’m looking for a new one of these. I was told I had to get it here.”
She laid a large purse on the counter top. It was dark leather. Stamped on the front in faded yellow letters was: life “I just turned twenty-two,” she added. “I’m ready for a bigger one.”
The shopkeeper smiled. “I’ve got exactly what you need!” He opened a cabinet and withdrew another bag. It was much larger. Engraved into its smooth leather surface in flowing silver letters was:
Life.
“This is ideal for a woman in your situation,” he explained. “See how much bigger it is. There’s a special pocket here to store your heart — I assume you locked it away in a box and you’ve given the key to your father?”
“Well…”
“And you’ll see that this bag has lots of different sections. Here’s where you put your church ministry, here’s where you add your advanced homemaking skills, and don’t forget to fill up this baby pocket with lots and lots of longing! You can’t start wanting babies too soon.”
She examined the bag with interest. “It’s lovely, but I’m not sure it’s everything I need. I really love working in the yard…”
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“Is there anything else that you would like for it?” I asked, watching her look around for a moment.
Rose slammed the cash drawer shut, dropped the change in the customer’s hand, and shoved the bag towards the elderly man. The man huffed and he glanced around the store, his eyes finding a woman with shiny black hair in manager’s attire. A satisfied smirk appeared on his face, and he strode away.
She looked at him in awe and then narrowed her gaze. "Is this why you could always find flowers to pick no matter what time of year it
"Preacher, I didn't expect to see you again so soon. We are indeed blessed." Blessed for his gold coins, no doubt. The woman ran the only accommodations in town, and the whorehouse. Jeremiah had utilised both services on his previous visit. "What brings you back this way. Do you require a room?"
An attentive clerk with thick, wire-rimmed glasses addressed her from behind an oak counter. “Ma’am.”
“I’m sorry, love. I got carried away.” said Josiah. His hand slips to my stomach, gently rubbing along the horizontal midline of my swollen belly. He brushes a kiss against my lips and opens the door for us.
“Well, Seth, you better!” Lucy cried. “I don’t know if you’ve ever put down that damn game and the dope long enough to realize this, but do you see how big my belly has been getting lately? Do you know why that is? It’s because there’s a baby growing inside of me. In three months we’re going to be parents, Seth… you’re going to be a father.
He felt the same way the first time he walked in here. “What’s that?” he asked indicating the bag she held.
Ms. Heyerdahl chuckled. "That you are. Well, come on in. I'll let Phoebe know you're here an-"
“Aren’t they fabulous. I bought them at a thrift store downtown. Isn’t that cool amongst the youth now, thrifting?” she asked excitedly.
"No, but I sure need one." He forced a friendly smile and nudged Crystal in the direction of the bar. Uncaring that she stumbled behind him on her six inch heels as his eyes roamed the room, searching for.....
We talk about what I should buy for Sarah’s baby. She’s already had two baby showers. One her family and friends gave her, and the second thrown by Keri. Thom and the staff gave money to buy her the pricey items. “If you want, I can come up with a list of what she needs,” she suggests.
After a few minutes, Ernest returned carrying a child’s shoebox and placed it on the table. “I want you know the money I have in the house. In case you and your friends ever decide to rob me. That is what you’ll get,” he said dumping a large pile of coins and two crumpled one-dollar bills on the table.
“Not out here. But… I think I’ve got something you’ll like in the back, if you’d like?”
He kept the gun aimed at Chad and used the other hand to conduct his little show and tell, bringing his “gifts” into the light. Chad thought the larger of the objects looked to be a bird cage draped with a black piece of cloth, which Fest carried over to the same rack where Meg liked to hang baskets of a fresh fruit. He said nothing of its purpose and went back to the pantry for the second surprise, which was a small overnight bag battered with age and scuffed too much to be anything, but second hand. Fest carried it with a bit of reverence and placed it on the table beside the salt and pepper shakers shaped like dairy cows Chad’s daughter loved so