TWDNK2

Otis calls a few days later and tells me he will be up on Saturday for his Jeep.
“Ok, call me when you get here and I will meet you.”
“I was planning to stay the night.”
“Not with me. I hope you have reservations at a hotel.”
“I thought I could spend the night with you.” I don’t know whether to throw up or laugh.
“The only contact you and I will have is when I hand you your keys. I don’t want to see you for more than the few moments that takes. Where you go after that is none of my concern. But be clear. You cannot stay here.”
“Not even for one night.” He laughs as if he thinks I’m not serious.
“Not even for one night. We are getting a divorce Otis and I have the papers right here that need your signature.” That stops the laughing.
“You’re serious?”
“Quite.” I’m glad I wiped that smirk off his face. He really doesn’t know who he is dealing with but he is going to learn.
“Well, can we at least discuss this over dinner?”
“No. We can meet, you sign, I sign, and you take your copy, your keys and your vehicle. That’s it.”
“Don’t we have to get those papers notarized?”
“Yes we do and I have a notary public here in Newnan who has agreed to take care of them when you get here.”
“So we can’t even have a drink for old time’s sake?”
“I don’t drink anymore and even if I did, I wouldn’t want to with you. We have nothing to say to each other over drinks or dinner. Now, I’ve got places to go. I will see you tomorrow. Bye.” I hang up and smile.
I call the Notary Public and she is working on Saturday but will notarize the papers for us. I thank her then call a neighbor to see about getting a ride back from the Notary Public’s job. I’m not meeting Otis anywhere near the apartment. He doesn’t know his way around and I’m going to use it to my advantage.
I get a phone message that he will be arriving the next morning. I get up, get dressed and clean out the Jeep. I’m returning it in pristine condition despite the girls encouraging me not to.
“Mom, just scratch the paint”, suggests Samantha.
“Break a window or put some sugar in his gas tank”, suggests Tiffany.
“I will do no such a thing. I’m not stooping to his level. I will return this vehicle like I got it. I just want to get his signature then be gone.” I had thought about doing the same things but my new found return to Christ won’t let me do it.
“Besides, you know he would just call the police and try to have me arrested for vandalism. I’m going to do the right thing because I’m supposed to.” The girls take this in stride but wonder why I’m not with them on the mayhem and destruction.
I haven’t told them about my recent conversion and I’m confused as to why. I guess I don’t want to hear them laugh and poke fun at me just yet. Mom and God haven’t been on the best terms all their lives. They have never been to church with me or seen me hold a Bible or anything religious. I’m going slowly with my revelation. I just keep on showing them the new and improved Mom. To learn how the story ends, visit bitly.com/TWDNK