Michele Andrea Bowen
St. Martin's Griffin
“New Jerusalem Gospel United Church. This is Dayeesha Mitchell. How may I help you?”
“Put me through to Reverend Flowers.”
“Excuse you,” Dayeesha said, frowning. She blew air out of her mouth loud enough to be heard by the caller. She couldn’t stand Mr. Rico.
“What part of, let me speak to the pastor, don’t you understand?” Rico Sneed spat out into the phone.
“Oh, no, you didn’t,” Dayeesha shot back. She looked over at the door leading to the pastor’s private