George. Why could she not have—
"Who is he?" The woman asked with twinkling eyes, almost knocking out the breath of Joyce.
"What do you mean?" Joyce whispered, her breathing getting heavier by the second. "Who, he?"
The woman gave her a knowing smile. " I am a mother, before that I was a girl. And when a girl prays that hard in church, usually two things are on her mind, and one of them is boys. So," the woman turned her stare into a pointed one, "who is he?"
Was she really praying that hard?
"Oh, umm.." Joyce gulped. What was she supposed to say to this woman? Did her mother know this woman or did she run into the same circles as her mother did?
Because if she died, then it was definitely going to be a problem for her.
Imagine the horror on everyone's faces, especially the church going ladies, when they would come to know that she was playing for someone else, definitely not her fiance.
