"I would like to make a toast…." Rodney's eyes traveled
the length of the oversized formal dining room, summoning
the attention of his guests.
Standing by him, Sela openly admired Rodney. He stood tall
and regal, looking very handsome in a black tux that
hugged his body as if it had been designed just for him.
His deep blue eyes framed a square face, bronzed by the
sun, and the set of his chin suggested a stubborn streak.
At the age of forty, while some men were going bald,
Rodney still had a wealth of ash blond hair.
There was no doubt in Sela's mind that Rodney Barnes was
the best-looking man in the room. She wove her fingers
through his, their coppery color a warm contrast against
the coolness of his tawny skin. Sela loved her husband
more than life itself and never tired of looking at him.
Earlier, they had renewed their vows in a formal ceremony
to celebrate their twentieth wedding anniversary and
afterward had returned to their new home of six months for
the reception.
Sela drew her attention back to Rodney, a smile tugging at
her lips. He was still trying to get everyone to quiet
down.
He's up to something, she suspected. Knowing him as well
as she did, Sela had a feeling that Rodney was about to do
something terribly romantic.
Rodney cleared his throat and stated in a louder voice
this time, "I'm glad y'all are having such a good time,
but I'd like to take a few minutes of your time so that I
can make a toast to my wife."
This time everyone in the room heard him, their
conversations dying down to a hush.
Sela met her mother's gaze and smiled.
It had taken Althea Johnson a while to warm up to Rodney
when they had first gotten married, but now she loved him
like a son.
Rodney's gaze swept the room again, making sure everyone
had a glass of sparkling cider, before he returned to his
wife, taking her right hand in his left.
He looked down into her eyes and said, "Sela, we've been
through a lot over the years. The better and the worse… I
have to admit that not always the better prevailed. We've
seen the richer and the poorer."
Rodney's grin grew wider, making Sela's heart skip a
beat. "The sickness sometimes outran the health, but
through it all, I can't say I have any regrets. It has
been my highest honor to be your husband. Twenty years ago
on this very day, I pledged my heart to you till death do
us part. Earlier, we renewed those vows and tonight I only
have one wish, and that's for the rest of our dreams to
come true."
Holding up his glass, Rodney continued, "Here's to the
beautiful woman I married — to the wonderful mother of my
children. Thank you for the past twenty years of marriage
and I'm looking forward to the next twenty plus. I love
you so much, Sela. You are a dream come true for me." His
deep baritone voice died off, watered down by emotion as
he tapped his flute gently against hers.
Sela was too choked up to respond amidst the clapping and
oohs and aahs. Rodney's words had touched her deeply — she
knew he'd meant every word spoken. She and Rodney had been
through a lot over the years and their marriage had
thrived despite the doom and gloom spouted on a regular
basis by Rodney's parents. Sela felt like she was the
luckiest woman alive, having found such a loving and
wonderful man.
Rodney leaned forward to whisper, "I meant every word I
said, honey. I love you and I am so blessed to have you in
my life."
"I love you, too," Sela whispered back. There was so much
she wanted to say to him, but for the moment she was too
overwhelmed to find the right words. When they got married
March thirteenth all those years ago, it was in front of a
Justice of the Peace and their parents. Rodney had always
promised to give her the wedding of her dreams.
Tonight he'd kept that promise, Sela whispered in her
heart as her eyes traveled the room, noting friends and
family gathered throughout.
The only ones present who didn't share in their joy were
Roman and Ethel Barnes, her in-laws. They didn't like that
Rodney had married an African-American woman. They had
accused her of trapping their son into marriage when she
had become pregnant at seventeen. They also blamed Sela
for Rodney's dropping out of college at the age of twenty.
According to them, she'd ruined his life.
Just thinking about her in-laws soured Sela's mood. Their
intense dislike of her felt like clothes that were too
tight whenever they were around. She removed her hand from
his and began pulling at her sleeves.
"What's wrong, honey?"
Rodney's voice cut into her thoughts, effectively pulling
her out of the reach of unpleasant memories. Embracing
him, Sela responded, "Nothing's wrong. Everything is just
fine. Tonight couldn't be more perfect."
Before she could say more, friends wanting to say goodbye
interrupted their private conversation.
Out of the corner of her eye, Sela saw her mother-in-law
coming her way and dropped her head.
Although she pretended to be interested in the
conversation between Rodney and his friends, Sela's body
unconsciously tensed for battle and her trembling fingers
fluttered over the rhinestones sewn on her ivory-colored
lace jacket, covering the satin gown.
She made herself stop fidgeting; take a deep breath and
calm down. Sela cast a quick look over at her mother-in-
law, who was patiently waiting her turn to speak with them.
Although Sela wouldn't admit it aloud, she felt inadequate
around Ethel. The woman carried herself as if she'd been
born with a silver spoon in her mouth, despite Rodney's
insistence that his mother had grown up poor. Tonight she
was garbed in a beautiful dress Sela recognized as an
Adrienne Vittadini design, and a good seven or eight
inches taller than her, Ethel used her five ten height to
her advantage.
Towering over Sela with hands on her hips, Ethel's voice
was filled with censure. "Don't you think it's time you
put the twins to bed? Children need consistency in their
lives."
Can you say that any louder? Sela wanted to ask. The
people next door couldn't hear you. Speaking as calmly as
she could, Sela instead replied, "The only reason they're
still up is because this is a special occasion, Mrs.
Barnes. You don't have to worry about your grandchildren.
I have everything under control." Ethel knew that the five-
year-old girls had a rigid bedtime schedule. She just
wanted to ruin Sela's evening.
"Well, I am worried, Sela."
Ethel gestured dramatically around the room, drawing
unnecessary attention to them. Sela believed this was
another one of her regular attempts to publicly humiliate
her.
"This is an adult party. If you're not going to use good
judgment in this situation, then I'll just take them
upstairs and see that they get their proper rest," Ethel
threatened as she ran her hand over her hair, smoothing
back the chignon at her nape.
"I don't need you to take my children anywhere." Sela
struggled to keep her voice low. "In case you've
forgotten, these are my children, Mrs. Barnes. Not yours."
Looking down at Sela's petite frame, she stated, "Don't
you dare take that tone with me. I told Rodney —"
"Whoa," Rodney interrupted. "Come on you two," he pleaded
in a harsh whisper. "Why don't you and Sela call a truce —
just for tonight? Okay?"
"I'm fine," Sela responded tersely. "It's your mother who
has the problem."
"Mother. Sela and I agreed the children could stay up a
little while longer. We appreciate your concern, but like
Sela said…we have it under control."
It annoyed Sela whenever Rodney tried to act the diplomat.
After all, it was his racist parents who were constantly
giving her grief. Since they hated her so much, she didn't
understand why they'd bothered to come to the ceremony at
all.
"I was just concerned over the children getting their
rest," Ethel uttered after a moment of tense silence.
Without another word, Ethel stalked off to join her
husband, Roman, who had been watching them from his
position near the door. Roman never said much to Sela and
that suited her just fine. She didn't need the two of them
on her back — especially tonight.
Sela heard the familiar sound of her own mother's
bracelets jingling as she walked toward them. "Sweetie, is
everything all right?" Althea asked.
She gave a slight nod. "Yes, Mama. Everything's fine."
Althea glanced over her shoulder to where Ethel and Roman
Barnes were standing and asked, "You sure?"
Nodding, Sela pasted a smile on her face. "Now go on and
have a good time. You hear me?"
Althea glanced over at Rodney. "I saw Ethel sashaying from
over here. I hope your mama is not upsetting my baby. This
is her day."
He nodded in understanding. "You don't have to worry, Mom.
I'm not gonna let her."
Althea patted Sela on the arm. "I'ma go make sure your
father stays away from the shrimp. His cholesterol is sky-
high and shellfish has a lot of it — you know how much he
loves shrimp."
Hugging Sela, she whispered, "You look so beautiful,
sugar. Now don't you worry about that Ethel Barnes. If I
catch her bothering you again, I'ma have a li'l talk with
her."
"Mrs. Barnes isn't gonna bother me," Sela assured her
mother. She didn't relish the thought of a verbal
confrontation between Althea and Ethel in the middle of
her reception.
"I've known that uppity Ethel Barnes a long time, Sela.
I'ma keep my eye on her just the same," Althea whispered
before disappearing into the crowded room.
"Honey, don't let anything ruin this evening for us —
especially my parents," Rodney pleaded in a low voice.
"You should be over there talking to your mama," Sela
responded.
Turning away from Rodney, she mumbled, "I'll be right
back."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to put the twins to bed before your mother has
a fit."
Reaching out, Rodney pulled her back into his
embrace. "I'm sorry."
"I know. You always say that." Backing out of his arms,
Sela stated, "I have to put —"
"Ayanna can take them upstairs," Rodney suggested. "Or
your mother."
Although they lived in Raleigh, their oldest daughter,
Ayanna, opted to live in an apartment on the campus of
North Carolina State University. Sela's eyes searched the
dining room for her. She spotted her daughter talking to
another relative and waved to get her attention.
Ayanna immediately excused herself and walked over to
where her parents were standing. "What's wrong, Mom?"
"Nothing's wrong, sweetie." Sela brushed a stray curl from
her daughter's face. "Could you please take the twins
upstairs and make sure they go to bed for me?" She
couldn't resist adding, "Your grandmother is worried that
they won't get their proper rest." Sela could feel
Rodney's gaze on her, but didn't care.