The Enlightenment of Hanna Ch. 02

Just before four, Curtis walked into her classroom and closed the door behind him. He looked a bit pensive before asking, "I heard you had lunch in the park with a new friend today. How'd you two meet?"

Hanna found herself mentally rolling her eyes at his clumsy and timid approach to what was really on his mind. She'd never liked that aspect of his personality. She wished he would just be direct instead of her having to answer fifty other questions while he danced around what he really wanted to know.

"I went to the park so I could sit and eat my lunch. It was a beautiful day today, and you know how much I enjoy watching children play. Scottie, that was her name, was there with her little girl. They're only in town for a short time, and she doesn't know anyone. I thought the Christian thing to do would be to be nice to her." Hanna replied. The last little bit a dig at her husband's insecurity.

Curtis had never been a very confrontational type of person unless it was with her. Even then, he was usually only parroting things told to him by her father or some other man of the church. She'd never before reacted with anything other than "Yes, Honey." That was just the way she had been raised. A wife was to be submissive to her husband's needs, provided he was fulfilling his role as the spiritual leader in the household.

Curtis seemed surprised at getting push-back from Hanna. She watched him, and when it appeared he was struggling with his reply, she asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Well..." Curtis managed to get out before once again beginning to sputter like an engine with bad spark plugs. Finally, he managed to say, "I was told she didn't appear to be very Christian like."

Hanna knew right then that one of both of the two women in the park had spread the word that sweet little Hanna, the youth Pastor's wife, was talking to a woman with an interracial child. Despite professing to be Christians, she knew most of the people around these parts still carried deep-seated bigoted or downright racists views on such things. She also knew that there were always women in this town that remained jealous over her success on the beauty pageant circuit.

Hanna wasn't going to have it today, though. She'd been through a lot in the last week. Lack of sleep and her loss of appetite was terrible enough. The guilt she'd endured over what she now knew was a feeling a lot of women had, seemed a bit silly. Combine all of those things, and Hanna's patience was wearing thin, even with her new husband.

"Tell me, honey, what exactly were they basing her not being a Christian on? I would really like to hear this answer." Hanna asked. Her voice was it's usual sweet self, but there was an edge to her question that clearly rattled her husband.

"Well...I...well...," Curtis stuttered before finally finding himself and trying to divert attention to the tone of the conversation. "Why are you so confrontational, Hanna? I really don't appreciate it."

Hanna was already flustered at being cornered by her husband over a simple conversation she hadn't even sought out. His words made her lose her temper with a man for the first time in her life.

"Oh, so that's how you see this conversation, huh?" Hanna asked, her voice rising both in volume and pitch. "Tell me, Curtis. Was it me that came to your office and accused you of doing something improper? No, I think it was the other way around. And by the way, I'm still waiting for you to give me a reason how you or your sources were able to judge whether or not this woman was a Christian. Was it in the way she was so loving to her child? No, that couldn't be it. Was it in the way she was so congenial and friendly to a stranger she met in a park? No, that doesn't make any sense, either?"

"Hanna, please..." Curtis said, clearly uncomfortable with both the tone and volume of her questions.

"Wait, honey," Hanna said, holding up a hand and interrupting him, "see, since you don't seem capable of giving me a reason as to why she isn't Christian. I thought we would eliminate the things it couldn't be. I say we keep going until we hit on the reason you felt so comfortable about coming down here and accusing your new bride of doing something wrong."

Curtis looked like he was close to fainting, and Hanna knew she wasn't entirely fair in how she was approaching him. But she was on a roll now and knew if she let him off the hook too quickly, it might embolden him.

"Well, she did smoke a cigarette, which isn't healthy for her body. But then again, growing up in this church, I happen to know that half it's members are apt to have a cigarette. Especially when they've had a drink or two. Then there is a large number of women in this church that do it in secret to help them keep their weight down. So tell me, Curtis, do we need to purge the member's roll of all those people?" Hanna argued, moving closer to her husband and starting to sound far less sweet than when she began.

"Hanna, stop!" Curtis said, finally finding his voice without breaking into a stutter.

Again she held her palm up, cutting off his rebuke. "Of course, if we remove all those people from the church's membership rolls, then we'll also have to get rid of the other half too. See, they are all overweight from their love of fattening and fried food."

Her voice dripping with sarcasm, Hanna made a pained face and said, "Ooooh, wait. We can't do that either, because that would include the Pastor. I mean, let's be honest with each other. At five foot six inches, he would have to lose about fifty pounds to be able to squeeze into a size forty pants."

Curtis had a look of sheer panic on his face. To his credit, though, Hanna could see he now knew it wasn't in his best interest to open his mouth. Doing so to this point had only gotten him in deeper.

"So that's another reason we can't establish her lack of Christianity, Curtis. So, would you like me to tell you the reason you were told that? Because I knew the second, you brought the subject up. I was just hoping it wasn't true of the man I married because otherwise, that would have meant I didn't know him like I thought I did."

She paused, waiting for an answer. When it became apparent to Curtis that she had no intention of going on until he answered her, he found his voice. "Yes, please tell me."

Finally, resuming her usually sweet cadence, Hanna said, "It was because her child was an interracial mix. Her mother, Scottie, is white, while the child's father, our landlord, by the way, is black."

Curtis collapsed down into one of the tiny chairs usually reserved for three and four-year-old bottoms. Hanna had to resist the urge to laugh at the site as her husband already looked like he might puke. She dropped to her knees in front of him, placing her palms on his legs for support.

"Curtis, I know you're not a bigot or a racist. I knew you were being used by someone who was. I'm sorry I was so hard on you, but you kind of had it coming for two reasons.

When it became apparent to him that she was going to make him ask, he said, "Why, Hanna?"

She smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "For one, you didn't give your wife, a woman you've known since she was five and you were eight, enough credit to understand what was going on around her. But the second one is even worse. Not so much because you're my husband, but because you're a pastor. You forgot that non-Christians are the very people we're supposed to be a shining light to in the way we live our lives. It doesn't accomplish a lot if we're only setting a kind and loving example for other Christians. Jesus hung out with tax collectors and prostitutes. People that were seen as the biggest sinners of their time. He did that because he wanted to have the greatest impact in the short time he had on earth.

In a sheepish voice, Curtis said, "I'm so sorry, Hanna. If I had known, I would have never come down here. You're right. I should have trusted my wife to begin with."

She patted his knee before standing an saying, "I'm sorry for becoming angry with you even if you did have it coming. I'm also sorry for not being entirely upfront with you. I can't be sure, but judging from things Scottie told me about her life and something I observed, she may not be a Christian. The fact is, though, that isn't for us to judge anyway. And because we had the talk we did, she was considering bringing her little girl to my class tonight."

Curtis stood and hugged his wife, apologizing again, and then surprised her by kissing her lips. Something he would typically never do on church grounds.

Once he'd left her classroom, it was Hanna who collapsed into one of the tiny chairs. Her indignation had gotten her through most of their argument. But she knew throughout their entire talk, that most of her evidence was malarkey. The facts may have been accurate, and so were the points she had made. The truth was though that Hanna hadn't been trying to set an excellent example for Scottie and hadn't invited Grace to attend her class tonight for pure reasons. In all honesty, she'd talked so long with Scottie because she was obsessed with her boss and his big, black cock. She'd invited Grace because she hoped to find out more about the woman he had come to town to find. A married woman he hoped to make his queen.

At least lightning hadn't struck her down for lying in church or disrespecting her husband. She'd gotten away with her behavior so far. But Hanna knew she wouldn't always be able to talk her way out of things. So, for now on, she would have to be careful.

With about a half-hour remaining before the start of class that night, Hanna left Haley, her assistant teacher, watching the door while she went to the bathroom. Haley was a beautiful eighteen-year-old high school graduate who had been acting as her assistant for the last several years. The young woman had taught the class for Hanna while she and Curtis were on their honeymoon. She felt a close bond with Haley as they had a lot in common. Haley, too, had grown up in the town and attended the church her whole life. Like Hanna, she had also grown up navigating the pageant circuit though she hadn't had quite the success Hanna had. Haley was a beautiful girl who didn't have a boyfriend and hadn't dated yet because her father was so strict. She had confided in Hanna that she would likely have to leave home if she ever hoped to be able to choose her own mate.

Hanna felt terrible for the girl and hoped to be able to convince both Curtis and Haley's father to allow the young brunette to spend time with her. She thought it might enable Haley the chance to meet a guy on the sly.

As she left the bathroom, Hanna saw Haley standing just outside the door of the classroom, talking intently with Scottie. The closer she got, the more uncomfortable Haley looked to see her. Scottie, however, seemed pleased to see her new friend as little Grace clung to her leg. Haley turned and went back into the classroom as Hanna walked up.

"Hi Scottie," she said warmly, "I'm so glad you found the time to bring her."

Hanna knelt down to Grace's level and giving the little girl a wink, said, "Hi there, Gracie. It's so good to see you again. We're going to have fun tonight. We're going to have story time and snacks, sing a few songs and make some crafts. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Grace let out a big smile and nodded her head, letting go of her mother's leg and holding a hand out to Hanna. She took the little girl's hand and stood, giving Scottie a smile. The redhead mouthed the word, "Wow," at her as Hanna turned and called for Haley. The teen looked more herself as she walked over to the door so that Hanna could introduce her to the little girl. After Haley had a chance to talk briefly to Gracie, Hanna convinced the child to go with her assistant and sit with the other kids.

When Hanna turned back to Scottie, the mother said, "Count me impressed. She's timid around new people, particularly adults."

Hanna returned her smile but played down her praise. "Well, she did meet me earlier today and watched me sit with her Mom for a couple of hours or more. So, I hardly count as a stranger."

Scottie smiled and said, "I don't know. I think you're shortchanging yourself. Maybe if she saw us together several days in a row but just once, not that little girl."

Hanna shrugged her shoulders and said, "I'm used to dealing with kids her age. They're some of my favorite people as a matter of fact. It's the adults around here I sometimes struggle with relating to."

That got a reaction from Scottie, who cocked an eyebrow and seemed like she wanted to say something. To Hanna's relief, she didn't.

"I'm here on a break," the gorgeous redhead admitted, "we were between conference calls. I should be able to be back by eight or eight-thirty at the latest. Will that be okay?"

Hanna thought a moment, and an idea occurred to her that might allow her more time to pick Scottie's brain. "Well, we're usually done by eight, but if you're late, Grace and I will hang out and color. I might need a ride home by then, but you live just behind me, so do you think you could give me a ride if it comes to that?"

"Of course," Scottie said, as she touched Hanna's bear arm. The young newlywed instantly felt shivers run down to her core.

"First Damian, and now I'm getting aroused by Scottie," Hanna thought to herself. The admission shook her momentarily, but she recovered quickly and said, "Great, don't worry about her. I'll take excellent care of her."

Scottie let her arm slide down Hanna's arm and took her hand, saying, "I know you will. I feel like we're going to become very close, Hanna. I'm so glad I got the chance to meet you."

Curtis walked up just in time for Hanna to introduce him to Scottie. Her husband was cordial and friendly and told her to pass on to her boss that the couple was looking forward to meeting him soon. The thought made Hanna feel panicked. She wasn't sure she ever wanted to be in the same room with her husband and the beautiful black man that had come to consume her thoughts. Hanna was unsure of how she would react to being around Damian. Particularly after the dream, she'd had of him last night. She didn't want to act strangely and make Curtis suspicious.

Then there was also the thought of having the two men side by side. That was something she didn't ever want to have to visually encounter. She already found herself comparing them in her mind, with Curtis coming up woefully short in nearly every way. Having them side by side might make it impossible for her to ever think of Curtis as a man again.

Curtis, as usual, didn't pick up on his wife's distress, but Scottie did. When her husband excused himself to go prepare for his lesson, the redhead asked, "Are you okay, Hanna. You look a little faint."

Hanna took a deep breath while chewing on her bottom lip. At last, she said, "Can you do me a big favor without asking me why I want it?"

Scottie retook her hand and said, "Sure, Hanna, if that's what you need."

Hanna chewed her bottom lip and put on a fake smile long enough to greet another child and say hi to the mother. When the woman was gone, she leaned closer to Scottie, who she only now realized was still holding her hand, and said, "While you guys are here in town. Could you make excuses for your boss and keep him and Curtis apart? I would really appreciate it."

Scottie just stared at her a moment. She could tell her new friend really wanted to ask why, but to her credit, the redhead didn't.

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As the class wrapped up and the last of the kids were picked up other than Gracie, Haley prepared to head out the door.

"You have a second?" Hanna asked her young friend.

Haley, who seemed to have recovered from whatever weird reaction she'd had in meeting Scottie, said, "Sure, as long as it doesn't take long. I can't be late, or the parental units will call in the National Guard thinking I might be talking to a boy."

Hanna rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah, we've really got to do something about getting you a little more freedom. Along those lines, I was kind of wondering if maybe you might be interested in me picking you up tomorrow, and perhaps the two of us having lunch? I've been going a bit stir crazy in the house by myself, and I can't hang out here at the church all the time. I was hoping you could save me from my boredom."

Haley looked off down the hall and began to shift side to side as she stuck her hands in her back pocket. Not looking at Hanna, the pretty teen said, "I can't make it tomorrow. My mom has me helping her around the house with a few projects. Maybe next week, though?"

When Haley was finished speaking, she turned back towards Hanna but still didn't meet her eyes, looking down at her shoes instead. Hanna had the distinct impression that the teen was lying to her, but wasn't sure why.

Curtis approached her as Haley walked away. When he asked if she was ready to leave, Hanna shook off her suspicions of the retreating Haley and said, "I can't yet. Grace's mom Scottie told me she might be as late as eight-thirty or nine o'clock. I really wanted her little girl to get to experience being in church, so I told her I would wait and get a ride home with her if that's okay with you."

Hanna held her breath, waiting on his response. She was reasonably sure that after he'd put his foot in his mouth earlier today that he wouldn't question her judgment again so soon. Still, she couldn't be entirely sure.

Curtis shrugged, "Sure, I don't see a problem with that. It keeps me from having to wait. It's been a long day, and I still have some stuff to do at home. So I'll see you when you get home."

Hanna accepted his kiss on the cheek and watched him walk away. She then turned her attention to Grace, who smiled at the fist pump Hanna gave as she walked towards the little girl.

It was almost eight forty-five when Scottie stepped off the elevator. She found Hanna standing there with the sleeping form of Grace in her arms, her cute little head resting comfortably on Hanna's shoulder.

"I am so sorry, Hanna. Damian's conference call ran late, and he needs me to keep him organized during those things. I rushed out and drove as quick as I could to get here." Scottie said in a low voice as she took her sleeping daughter.

Hanna shook her head and said, "No reason to apologize. She just has fallen asleep. She's been telling me all about her Daddy. She seems to be really fond of him."

Hanna felt Scottie take her hand as they stepped onto the elevator. "Oh, trust me," the redhead said, looking over at her, "she worships him. She would swear to you that he's an angel, I bet."

Hanna chuckled and nodded her head, saying, "Oh, she did. She said he told her he was an angel from heaven."

Scottie rolled her eyes and said, "That man, I'm really not sure which of them has the other more wrapped around their finger."

The two women stepped off the elevator, still holding each other's hands Hanna couldn't help but laugh as the two stepped through the door and she released hold of Scottie's hand to lock things up.

"What's so funny?" the redhead asked her quizzically.

Hanna shook her head and said, "Oh, I just remembered how someone had called Curtis before I ever made it back to the church from lunch. They had to inform him that I was seen sitting in the park consorting with a non-Christian."

Scottie laughed and reached out, retaking her hand. "You rebellious woman you, consorting with us heathens like that."

Hanna laughed and said, "What made me think of it was us holding hands. The thought occurred to me that I'd probably get home only to find that somebody had called Curtis to tell him I was consorting with lesbians."

Scottie looked around the parking lot as if she was worried that there might indeed by someone watching. Hanna laughed and said, "Oh, stop, I was just teasing. I don't really care what they call and tell him. You're my friend, and it isn't all that uncommon for two female friends to hold hands."