One woman…
Three men…
And people say men have issues committing

Read an excerpt of the October 2007 release from the ESSENCE MAGAZINE BEST SELLING Author Shelia M. Goss

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Chapter Excerpt

After taking a long sip, I looked down on the other end of the table. If looks could kill, the look in his mother’s eyes would have had me dead on the spot. Congratulations were given. It was hard to tell which ones were sincere and which ones weren’t. The moment I dreaded was at hand.

Alvin and I were walking hand and hand and as we approached his mom, she hugged him and whispered in his ear. His facial expression didn’t change, but the spark in his eyes left and was replaced with darkness. I wondered what she said, but I would have to wait.

She stood and said, “Dear, let’s have a talk.”

“Sure.” It wasn’t like she was giving me a choice.

“Follow me.”

I shrugged my shoulders and my eyes pleaded with Alvin to rescue me. He was either oblivious to my plea or ignored it all together. It became quiet as I followed behind her. She was older and petite, but she was definitely not slow. I increased my pace to keep up with her.

We entered what looked like to be the study because it had a huge oak desk and built- in wall shelves filled with every book imaginable. As a person who liked to read, I was in book heaven.

“Let me see the ring,” Mrs. Rivera snapped.

She caught me off guard with her rudeness. “Excuse me?”

“The ring. I want to see how much money my son spent on you.”

I held out my hand. She admired it up close and said, “It’s more serious than what I thought.”

“Yes, we are serious,” I stated with a forced smiled.

Without blinking an eye, Mrs. Rivera said, “Ms. Webb. You’re not right for my son.”

I placed one hand on my hip and the palm of my other hand faced her. “Hold up. I’m not going to stand here and let you insult me.”

“I’m not trying to insult you. Why haven’t we met you before now?” she asked.

“That’s a question you will have to ask Alvin .”

“Oh, I know what it is. You’ve trapped him.”

By then, I was livid. I titled my head to the side. “Excuse me?”

“Are you pregnant? I know that has to be the reason why my boy wants to marry you.”

My south Dallas roots were about to come out, but I held those emotions in check. “First of all, Alvin is not a boy, he’s a forty-something year old man. Secondly, I’m not pregnant. And even if I was, it wouldn’t be any of your business.”

I turned to walk away. She grabbed my arm and said, “This wedding won’t happen if I have anything to say about it.”

I jerked my arm away. ” Alvin ’s a grown man. He’s more than capable of making his own decisions.”

“Not when you keep throwing the Black punani up in his face,” she said with venom in her voice.

I turned around shocked. I couldn’t believe she had the gall to say those words. I opened my mouth to respond, but I couldn’t think of anything decent to say. In my mind I was calling her every name but a child of God. Instead I said, “I wish I could say it was a pleasure meeting you, but it would be a lie.”

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