Delilah became obsessed with checking her e-mail. After Julia left, she called Samson, but he wouldn’t answer. She logged on to her computer and sent him a few e-mails, but still no response.
She logged on to her Facebook account. Ding, the computer sounded, alerting her to which of her Facebook friends were online. “You can’t avoid me now,” Delilah said out loud when she scanned the list and saw RevSamJudges highlighted. Delilah typed a message then clicked on the send button. She waited at least five minutes, but Samson never responded.
Delilah thought that maybe he was away from his computer. “There’s one way to find out.”
Delilah left a message on his Facebook wall. She typed: “Hi. Just checking on you.”
Delilah was about to log off Facebook when she received an e-mail alerting her to a new message. She clicked on the link, and it took her straight to Samson’s wall. RevSamJudges’ message read, “Stop messaging me.”
Delilah felt like Samson was putting her on a public display. Since he wanted to go there with her, she would let it all hang out. She typed as she spoke out loud. “You didn’t say stop last week when you were in my bed.”
A few seconds later, she got a response from Samson. “That was a mistake.”
Delilah couldn’t be sure, but it dawned on her that Samson probably didn’t realize their wall messages could be seen by other people. The things he said to publicly humiliate her infuriated her so much that she didn’t hesitate to put their business on display.
“Since you and your wife were playing confessions, did you confess about us?”
“There is no us.” Samson ended his remarks with several exclamation points.
“Let’s see. We’ve slept together how many times since you said I do?”
“It was just sex, so get over it. Go find another man to harass.”
“I’m way over it. You’re not worth my time.”
“Good, so now maybe you’ll move on and leave me and my wife alone.”
Delilah was fuming mad. She typed, “Consider yourself forgotten.”
She wasn’t sure if he saw her last message because according to her online alert, Samson had signed off.
Delilah leaned back in her chair and smiled. If they weren’t on bad terms, Delilah would have called Samson and advised him to delete the log of their conversation from his Facebook wall. Now, thanks to Samson’s not paying attention to where he posted his messages to Delilah, the world would know about their affair. Samson had no one else to blame but himself.
Delilah’s e-mail started filling up with messages from Peaceful Rest church members and some people she had never heard of telling her off. She responded to all of them by simply cutting and pasting the words, “Mind your own business.”
Let’s see Samson talk his way out of this, she thought
Delilah’s phone rang. She saw Calvin and Michelle’s number on the caller ID. “Hello.”
Michelle blurted out, “I knew you were no good. Stay away from Peaceful Rest. We don’t want you there anymore.”
“Your husband hasn’t told you? I won’t be coming back anyway. I got kicked out.” Delilah hung the phone up. She would let Michelle wonder about her husband. Delilah’s phone rang off the hook from various members. Most she had never spoken to before. She had no idea that news of her and Samson’s affair would go viral on the Internet and cause such a ruckus. She couldn’t believe that some people were blaming her—and her alone—for the affair.
Delilah laughed out loud because she could picture Julia dropping the bourgeois act and going straight hood on Samson. Yes, life in the Judges house would be filled with drama on this day.
A couple of hours later, Delilah was enjoying a Lifetime movie when she received a call from Keisha. “You know you ain’t right, don’t you?” Keisha said.
“What? I didn’t do anything,” she said, faking innocence.
“Girl, everybody—and I do mean everybody—who’s come in this shop has been talking about this preacher and this woman having an affair and it being exposed on Facebook. I had no idea it was you until one of my clients told me who the preacher was. I almost dropped the curling iron on her.”
“Don’t blame me if she would have kicked your behind.”
“How did this get on Facebook?” Keisha asked.
Delilah gave her blow-by-blow details of what had transpired in the last twenty-four hours. “Samson put it out there. I was just responding to his messages. I didn’t realize everybody would see them until I started getting all of these calls,” she lied.
“You a hot mess. I know we’re not Catholic, but you better be saying some Hail Marys along with them prayers.”
“Oops, somebody’s at the door. Got to go,” Delilah lied and ended the call.
Keisha was right. She had a lot to atone for. She could no longer blame her actions on William. She alone was the guilty party. Revenge filled her spirit and tarnished her soul.