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The third year of their marriage they’d moved to Spokane for his Campus Crusade job leading worship and evangelizing at the Eastern Washington University. Church off 44th Street in the Kingston Community of North Birmingham the first two years of their marriage the people responded to his soaring aerials and rare incantations, but it was the ornate soul of the piano she played that made them weep. Majestic on the piano, and one who preferred not to be the center, not a vocalist, not even a choir member, her hands built cathedrals of sound through which Gabriel sent his high tenor like an arrow driven from a bow of gold: “Take My Hand Precious Lord,” “I Surrender All,” “It Is Well With My Soul.” At Hopewell A.M.E. They met over a piano in Birmingham when they were both 21, and a year later, married. Originally, she’d made him want to be true. WHEN GABRIEL had fallen in love with Angelica he’d found her dark-eyed and luminous. Women betrayed with disdain, she thought, casting men into the outer dark. She knew Gabriel was a decent man, and she was by no means enslaved to him.Įvil was a betrayal of love. At the bottom, when morality is stamped out, she reasoned a seeping away of the marrow of the bones resulted in three inevitable compulsions: killing oneself, killing others, or both. Someone needs to slap that mammy-wanting look off his face. Men are sinners, she reminded herself, and when evil consumed them whole they found the anguish irreversible. She sighed and walked on, but the anger came quick. “Sugar,” he said, nodding at the bell of her lower body as she walked away.ĪS GABRIEL’S wife Angelica emerged from a Starbucks a few blocks away, a large white man ogled her. Her sudden darting past you was a bit of vivid color, like a red-winged blackbird on the edge of vision. The one he’d come here to see, just as he had yesterday and the day before. She was bouncy, high-hipped, and confident. 2 pencil on the guitar charts he’d spread on the table. He worked out chord progressions with a No. People walked with a dim glow on their faces and dullness in their eyes.

A few were full-blooded hick like the Montana he knew. Unlike what he’d witnessed in Alabama, no one seemed to be too happy here. He liked this city spread south from the water, and then up and out to Rocks of Sharon, a place where the land looked like England as it met the Palouse in a brown-gold brindle pattern. Two blocks north, the river was a reminder to him of how water and earth unify. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).GABRIEL GENERALLY composed new work at Revival Tea Co., a basement shop downtown that calmed him.

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