After Clarrissa disappeared from his sight, Mike walked to the back of the house. On the porch hung a swing. He tested his weight on it carefully, and when he realized it would hold it, he sat, lost in thought.
He thought about his daughter and how beautiful she was. Long hair and pretty brown eyes. She looked just like her mother, Ellie. Mike hadn’t thought about her in a long time. He closed his eyes and could smell the faint fragrance of the perfume she used to wear. She had laughed when he said she wore too much. She informed him that “a woman can never wear enough perfume” as she had dabbed on more. It was true—that was one of the reasons he had been attracted to her. For him, it had been immediate.
Ellie was the only child in her family, and that meant she was used to getting what she wanted. Her father, even though he was a slave, had managed a large plantation and lived very well; but, he had never liked him, Mike mused. He cut off contact with Mike after Ellie had died, refusing even to see Angel anymore Mike had always wondered why, and now he thought it was because Angel looked too much like Ellie.
Angel had thought her grandfather walked on water—until he deserted her.
Author K. Meador is a mom to two grown sons who are currently pursuing their adult lives outside the home. For the past several years, she has traveled with her job and has now settled down in Oklahoma City area.
She enjoys photography, walking, and visiting with family and friends.