📖𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃-𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 📖 ✔️

CHAPTER 47

Chapter 47

Cushane's pov

"Why was everything so strange yesterday with Mr. Moses?" I asked Lamais finally thinking now is the right time to ask.

She look at me then fold her hands together and say. "Angels were rejoicing with him."

"Eli Ben nah," I uttered shaking.

I glance at her then look away feeling confused at my outburst just now. "That's confirmation of the holy spirit. When you keep your spirit clean you allow our maker to work through you, try not to defile your temple." She states calmly.

"Excuse me," Karly says coming from the stairs and we both turn to look at her.

Nervously she states to Lamais. "Brother Kirkland is downstairs wanting to see you and I'm afraid its not good news."

What awful timing, I say in my head wanting to voice my opinion about her going to Fort Augustus to have prison ministries. She stood and so did I, then we went downstairs behind Karly to see Bro. Kirkland. He had a letter clutched in his hand and his eyes were very red, it was clear he had been crying. He hand over the letter to Lamais after she stared straight at him for a few seconds, it's something in time I'll get used to. She nods her head at him and then stooped releasing a mournful wail shocking me.

"What! What is it?!" I ask in fright.

"Our dear brother Moses has passed on this afternoon peacefully in his sleep," Brother Kirkland responds.

I grip Lamais around her waist and pull her to her feet, gently I direct her to one of the comfortable verandah chairs and let her sit. I close my eyes for a few seconds wanted to unhear what I've just hear, I felt hurt as if I had known the man all my life and I sat down beside Lamais feeling weak. There was only good things that have been spoken about the man and I know that he's highly respected in the community, his sudden death will now put the community in mourning.

"It's okay honey," I whisper as I lie beside Lamais that night.

"I adored that man, he is the most kind, respectful and pleasant man I've ever known. I already miss him," she says in a slightly hoarse voice.

Mr. Moses has left two acres of land to Lamais, one farmed and one cleared to be built on. He has left shrewd instructions for her to follow and ordered her to be at the reading of his will. One of his lawyer contacted her three days later and told her that she should be present for the reading of the will confirming his written words. The whole community was in mourning, everyone was grieved. The days seem to drag by sadly and my excitement of being a father was pushed to the back, my family had to offer congratulations as well as their condolences when they called.

The day of the set-up finally came and it was duly set to be the biggest event of the season. I wondered if the church will be able to hold everyone as we walk through the throngs of people gathered at Mr. Moses' yard for the set-up. The band was being set up whilst prayer choruses were sung, and then Minister Kirkland prayed an heartwarming prayer. There was a round of applause that followed the chorused "Amen" and then the band began to play with a male singer.

"God is a good God and he always will be Godddd..." The man sang melodiously.

We found a place where we could stand and a brother brought a chair for Lamais to sit on, I was so grateful. I was thinking the place was already too packed but vehicle loads of people kept arriving, Shanty and Karly flanked Lamais on both sides and Sis. Kirkland, Sis. Brown sat on seats in front of them preventing by standers from coming up to Lamais. Trays with cups of hot goat soup was distributed, the band's picked up and had the crowd in a frenzy making it hard to drink while dancing.