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Danielle
“Danielle, you have a call on line two!”
“Okay.”
She set the IV bag down on the counter and walked around the triage window to the phone. It had been nonstop since she arrived this morning, one delivery after another, and she was glad for a few seconds to stop and rest her feet. She moved over to a chair behind the desk and lowered herself, reaching for the receiver and pressing the flashing red button. “This is Danielle.”
“Danny?”
“Mama?”
“Chile, where have you been? I’ve been calling you on your cell phone all morning.”
Danielle groaned inwardly, then lowered her head. Leave it to her mother to track her down. “I’ve been busy. What’s so important that it couldn’t wait?”
“It’s all over the news. Reverend Brown was arrested this morning. Chile, he’s a pedophile!”
“What?”
“Yes, there’s some video floating around with him forcing some sweet teenage girl to change his diaper!”
Oh, no. Danielle swung around in the chair. “Mama, where did you see this video?”
“Sister Stevenson came over and showed me a copy she got from Sister Jefferson, who got it from Brother Jamison. Chile, it’s sad, so sad. There are also snippets of it on the news. I’m sure it’s going to make the front page of this evening’s paper.”
“Danielle, Mrs. Rogers in room three needs to go to the bathroom,” the receptionist announced.
“I’ll be right there,” she replied, then removed her hand from the mouthpiece. “Mama, I got to go.”
“Okay, but on your way home, pick me up a Tribune,” she cried just before she hung up the phone.
She couldn’t believe it. The video that wasn’t supposed to go any further than the church had circulated through the community. To top it off, they thought Peaches was an underage child. Danielle tossed her head back and laughed—then, after several seconds, she stopped. As much as she wanted to laugh at the entirely ridiculous situation, she couldn’t. Leroy was in serious trouble. That damn Renee.
