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8 1 An ordinary building, or so it appeared to the naked eye. Its significance depended on the viewer, or more succinctly, on the viewer’s needs. You had to be someone for whom it satisfied a need to even notice it. If not, it was doubtful you would even glance in its direction. Later, if someone asked you its location, you would know you had seen it, but would have a hard time placing it. How different for those who frequented it. For them it was a source of comfort. They would be in a state...

3 In the midst of all the hoopla sat Eula Mae Jackson, or Mother Jack, as she was affectionately called. Mother Jack smiled with approval as her eyes wandered over the spirited congregation. A stalwart elder of Little Ebenezer, Eula had been with the church since its inception over twenty-odd years ago. Next to Reverend Hopkins, she was regarded as one of the cornerstones of the small church. Members with problems were referred to Eula Mae first, before they were allowed to disturb the Revere...

PEELING THE ONION CHAPTER ONE-10 IMPENDING NUPTIALS Sydney Harrington rolled down the window down of her late model convertible Jag. “Robin Givens” she spoke into the voice activated electronic gate. Elaborate wrought iron doors swung open noiselessly at the familiar sound of her voice. The beauty of Harrington House and its impeccable landscaping eluded her. Although early morn, the **Japanese lights illuminated the estate and showcased expensive statues and other objet’s d’ art designed to...