Kylisha Greene might not want anything to do with Gene, but there were plenty of women that did. Not all of them were interested in him for romance either. In fact, the woman waiting for Gene right now only wanted his companionship. It was his grandmother – Janelle Waldenhall.
Sitting in the window sill of her gold and brown decorated bedroom, Janelle watched the sky pour down its blessings. The rain was coming down faster now, which wasn’t all that unusual for Marvelston since it was located so close to the eastern coastline. Fierce flash floods were also commonplace here.
Although Marvelston’s damp weather made the ground nice and fertile for Janelle’s garden, it sometimes wreaked havoc on her arthritis. Even now her knees and shoulder joints ached.
I’m still blessed, Janelle mused, grateful that her symptoms weren’t of the crippling kind. Some of her peers weren’t quite so fortunate in that area.
Just then, someone knocked on the door. “Come on in, grandson,” Janelle said as she stood up and smoothed the wrinkles out of her coral-colored pantsuit.
Janelle knew it was Gene at the door by the five-beat rhythm of his knock. That was their own little special code. It had been established years ago when she first came to live with her grandchildren who, unfortunately, had been abandoned by their mother at the time. Fortunately, Janelle – with the help of her oldest granddaughter Lavender – was able to move her new dependents from their cramped two-bedroom apartment in to a small three-bedroom house, thus making it possible for Gene to finally have his own room again.
Growing up with four sisters in the house, Janelle thought it wise to allow Gene space to express his individuality and uniqueness as a male by giving him the small room at the end of the hall. She not only allowed him to decorate his room as masculine as he wanted with sports paraphernalia and pictures of beautiful, fully-clothed women, Janelle also let Gene watch the sports of his choice every Sunday evening.
Janelle allowed her granddaughters to stay in the big master suite on account of its functional half-bath. She stayed in the mid-size room in the middle, making her easily accessible to all children.
Although they were very happy in that house, it always bothered Janelle that Gene was so extremely different from the rest of the children. Yes, being the only male in the house made him decidedly different from his sisters, but it was something more to it than that.
First of all, Gene was the hardest to lead to Christ. While Janelle preached the glories of heaven to the girls, who readily received Jesus as their Lord and Savior, she had to preach the fiery consequences of hell to Gene in order to get him saved. Unfortunately, even that hadn’t been enough to keep him on the straight and narrow path. As soon as the young man discovered the delights of women, his focus shifted. It hasn’t shifted back since.
“And how are you tonight?” Janelle asked, forcing the worry out of her mind as Gene entered the room with a warm smile. She’d put her concerns about him in next Sunday’s prayer request box.
“I’m fine,” Gene replied, moving to give her a fond kiss on the cheek. “Ready to beat you at checkers again.”
Janelle chuckled. “Oh, really?” she challenged, giving him a tight squeeze before releasing him. They would play several rounds of checkers and talk about whatever came to mind before Gene went on his date tonight. “I have a feeling your luck won’t hold out this time.”
“Luck?” Gene threw his head back and laughed. “I thought you didn’t believe in luck? I thought you only believed in destiny and Divine intervention.” He sat down on one side of a wooden card table where a red and black checker board had been placed.
Janelle grinned. “I do, Mr. Smarty Pants,” she replied, sitting down on the opposite side of the table.
Janelle was glad to know that Gene had listened to some of the spiritual things she’d said over the years. Now she could really give her worries over to God. Now she could continue to enjoy her grandson’s company without his lifestyle constantly coming between them. After all, only God could make Gene change his ways anyway.
Gene laughed at the new nickname he’d been given. “Before I leave tonight you’re going to call me Victor. As in I won and you lost, Grandma.”
Janelle laughed. “We’ll see.”
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