Chapter Sixty-Seven

     It was Sunday morning and Eva had just invited me to join her for mass,  I declined. I didn't feel like praying or socializing right now which is what I know will occur after the church service. Picking up my phone I face timed my mother. She answered on the third ring.

"Lola?"

"Hello mother" I greet. When her image becomes clear on my phone screen.

"I imagined you'll be in church now." she paused. "you look like you just got out of bed"

    I looked down at my nightie and robe then at my mother's pale pink dress, pearls lining her neck delicately. Her hair swept into an elegant French twist. I know her feet will be in nothing less than four inch heels as we speak. Mama never misses a day of church.  She even makes time for weekly services sometimes.

   Unlike me. I often found reasons to get out of going. Today wa