Chapter 44

Macy and Lucy swept the twins up and rushed them out the door and back to their new home, up the stairs, out of their dresses and into a nice warm bubble bath. “That was such a sweet ceremony,” said Lucy. “I can’t wait to see the pictures.”

“It was unique, I’ve never officiated a wedding and was also in the wedding party at the same time, and John has never done it either.”

“Officiate...” Lucy thought back, yes Macy read the vows for Andi. “ ... don’t you have to be a judge or a priest or a pastor to officiate?”

“Oh ma drôle de petite amie, my funny little girlfriend! I am a pastor, but I am not a paid pastor, my husband is. I teach and preach to the women, and help the women’s ministry, and sometimes I help at weddings. If you follow God’s word in the bible, the roll of men and women is an extraordinarily complex dance, and to dance with each other is what God wants.”

Lucy hoisted a squirming twin out of the bathtub and tried to dry her off, but the twin got free and bolted naked from the bathroom, running as fast as her little legs could take her. With an ear piercing “YAAAAAAAA!” her sister broke free from Macy and tore off after her, waving her panties over her head. Macy started laughing hysterically as Madeline disappeared into the vast house.

Lucy and Macy let the twins run free and maybe burn off that sugar, so they cleaned up the bathtub and hung the girl’s dresses up in their closet, then slowly walked after them. As they passed along the balcony, they could hear the girls yell from what they believed was a floor below them in the library.

As they straightened up, Macy spoke about how she was a model before going to seminary and Lucy spoke of her confusion over how Paul, Gus, and Earnie actually prayed for Andi’s ex, even though he did such horrible things to Andi.

“Oh, mon chéri,” Macy collected the confused Lacy in her arms,

“Don’t,” said Lucy, fighting weakly against Macy’s embrace, “you’ll get some on you.”

“Some what?”

“Me, some of my ugly.”

“Oh stop, you are not ugly...”

Lucy pushed Macy away. “I do not need to hear the Ugly Duckling story from a swimsuit model...”

Macy grabbed Lucy and spun her around and sternly said, “Arrêtez! Just stop! Where I come from, my skin color is not well appreciated, up in the French fishing villages la femme noire is répugnante to the white men. I worked very hard to make myself beautiful on the outside and I never met a person who cared what was inside. When I moved to Montreal, they wanted me on their arm but then they say je veux te baiser...” her face saddened.