Chapter 12

            “What did you tell Terry?”  Aaron questioned.

            “What?!” Her eyes widening and eyebrows going up in surprise.  “You have the nerve to ask me about what I was saying to my sisters in the Lord, while you’re out messing with other women” she huffed as she scowled at him.

            “I told you, I’m not messing with other women.  It was a counseling session” Aaron emphasized.  “The lipstick is a pure accident.”

            “Accident!  Accident?”  Cheryl snarled as she raised one corner of her mouth.  “So you’re just accidentally embracing another woman.”  She whirled around, turning her back to him as she used the sleeve of her housecoat to wipe the tears from her face.

            “Do you know Kyle and Terry aren’t going to Africa now?”  Aaron questioned.

            “Yeah, I know it” Cheryl spat back at him.  “Maybe we’re not going either!” she taunted him purposely trying to anger him.  She wanted him to hurt and hurt badly.

            “How are you great men of God” she said mockingly “great white missionaries to Africa going to minister effectively without the support of your wives?”

            “Why are you doing this?”  Aaron pleaded.

            “Doing what?  Trying to shock you into your sense.”  She retorted.  “You hang around this Charles character who seems to come right out of the loony bin.  He has no Bible college or seminary training and you three dolts let him persuade you to go frolicking around looking for a harem of women?”  She had progressively raised her voice until it ended up in a scream.

             “What?”  Aaron exclaimed, being taken aback by the viciousness of the attack.  “Nobody’s looking for a harem,” he protested.

            “Well you want to be like your good ole buddy Charles, don’t you?” she questioned before continuing without waiting for a response.  “Well let me tell you a little something about him,” she said as she began to take little steps toward him with her hands on her hips again and leaning slightly forward from the waist.  “Your precious Charles has two wives in Kenya and is considering a third from Nigeria!” she blabbed enjoying seeing the shock on his face at the revelation.

            “What? . . . How . . . how do you know this?”

            “Juanita went down to the foreign student assembly hall and asked around about him.  She ran into this Nigerian lady who told her everything!”

            “Well . . . I don’t know what to say . . .”

            “Tongue tied now, huh?” Cheryl gloated.  “What do you think of your missionary leader now!?”  She questioned.

            Aaron plunked down on the side of the bed and sat in a bent position holding his head in his hands.  “Oh my . .” he muttered “. . .what’ll happen if this gets out?”

            “What’ll happen?  What’ll happen?” Cheryl repeated as she walked over to him, she lifted his chin up with her right hand while her left remained on her hip.  She wanted to see the look in his eyes when she gave the even worse news.  Then she dropped the bombshell.

            “Terry is thinking of putting out flyers exposing the whole thing to both congregations!”