Her mother laughed through tears. “Your boss sent someone for me. He said I shouldn’t return to that small room. He said I should stay here in the guest room so you can care for me and still do your work.”
Angela held her mother and cried.
God was doing too much.
When she rushed back to tell Papa James, he smiled knowingly.
“That young man is good,” she said. “Please thank your son for me.”
Papa James looked at her with warmth.
“No, my child. Goodness follows you because you are good.”
That evening, Mabel came home and learned that Angela’s mother had moved into the guest room. She stormed into the kitchen where Angela was working.
“So it’s true,” she said bitterly. “Jeff values you that much. You and your lazy mother used black magic on him.”
Angela slowly turned and looked at her.
“Madam, be careful what you say.”
Mabel scoffed. “Or what?”
Angela stepped forward, calm and dangerous.
“If you mention my mother like that again, history will repeat itself.”
Mabel took one look at her face and retreated.
