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What do you want? Why now? My husband was trying to find new investors to make up for some of his past bad decisions. Martha swept a hand over her glossy waves. But we can talk more about that later. Right now, I want to learn more about my only grandchild. Come and sit with me. She stretched out one of her manicured hands, beseeching me to join her on the cot. I wanted to look down at her hand.
You paint your nails red. On my official birth certificate, it reads Chloe Martha von Shelton. She had given me my middle name, though I only used it for my first eighteen months in the world. Martha von Shelton had, even if it was in an indirect way, given me my life. Sunday passed uneventfully after Martha von Shelton finally left my cell. We talked for hours. From where I was being housed in the courthouse, I could never hear the sounds made by other prisoners.
They were clear across the building, in the new wing. The new wing had been built with money donated by the von Sheltons, of course. They surrounded me no matter where I went. I was sitting on my cot at that morning, staring at yet another stranger who had appeared on the other side of the bars. This time, it was Office Morales who was rummaging through his key ring to open up my cell door.
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She was perhaps twenty-five, with big brown eyes that made me think of puppy dogs and newborn deer, and rich brown hair with varying shades of dark gold woven through it. She wore a dark yellow blouse and a pencil-thin skirt in chocolate brown. A tiny smile trembled around the corners of her lips as Morales opened the cell door, and I saw her take a deep breath before she tapped her way just inside the metal bars on her short, two-inch heels. She visibly winced as the door slammed shut behind her.
G-good morning. The smile quivered, and quivered, as she forced out the words. You can call me Gwen or Miss Shannon. I know. I sat immobile on my thin mattress, arms crossed over my chest. My lawyer told me you were coming today. Well, Miss Gwen Shannon gazed around my cell, and her smile was a little steadier now. I saw her glance over her shoulder, looking at that closed cell door, before she turned back to me.
Shall we get started then? I jerked my head to the left. They brought the table in for you. It was against the wall, opposite my little cot, two plastic chairs at either end. Gwen Shannon took a deep breath before she moved to the table. Once the topic shifted to school work, the line of her back became a little more confident, and her hands moved smoothly as she placed her bags on top of the scarred, plastic table.
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It was the first day of school, the first day of my junior year. At the exact moment Gwen Shannon was pulling crisp new books out of her black bag, all my classmates were pouring into the majestic old building that, once upon a time, served as a private mansion for one of the richest families in California. Are you interested in art? Her doe-brown eyes had drifted up the wall as she carefully stacked books in the center of the table. To me, it looked a little like gray vines climbing up the white page.
Her shoulders sank a little, like she was deflating. Gwen Shannon moved to one end of the table, positioning herself so she could face the cell door. I shuffled to the other chair and fell into it heavily, but not before I pulled it away from the table to put its back against the wall. That little smile was back, just as trembly as before. She slowly lowered herself into her chair and pulled a thick, leather-bound notebook to her end of the table.
She tried it again, and now the smile was only a mere flicker against her painted mouth. She paged through the notebook a moment, turning her head down toward the table. I could see only the crown of her head, perfectly split into halves via a razor-sharp part. I thought maybe we could start with math and the sciences first. It will count as your physical education credit.
She pulled it out of the pile and shoved it toward me. I half-turned toward the end of the table and did as my new tutor instructed. The day ended with a brief English lesson, at the end of which she handed me my semester reading list. Please take three steps back from the door and stand with your hands out and in front of you, legs shoulder-width apart.
I was already in position before he said the word visitor. I knew the drill by now, but the officers gave me the exact same spiel every single time. I guess maybe they had to do so. It was agonizing to shuffle along next to Morales down the hall; I know I could have made the trek in half the time. Finally the door was opened, and I was led down another hallway until we came to a large, open room dotted with tables and chairs. He was standing in front of one of the windows, and with the afternoon sun behind him he was little more than a silhouette until I was right up next to the table.
River Scott smiled, and the room was suddenly brighter. River was wearing the stiffly-creased gray slacks and the white, collared shirt that was required for Sloane Academy males. I nodded and scooted another fraction of an inch closer, propping my elbows up on the table.
My voice rose encouragingly on the question. I realized that was all he was going to offer. Did everyone stare at you? Were they terrible? He shifted and looked down at the top of the table, which apparently had become fascinating in the last fifteen seconds.
A shock of cold traveled down the center of my spine. I had to close my eyes when he did look up at me. Yes, I knew how they are at Sloane. They were the children of the fabulously wealthy, with every privilege at their fingertips. I arrived at Sloane as Rain Ramey, the daughter of a plumber and former schoolteacher. Thanks to Carsyn, and my friendship with River, I became infamous at the school. Now that I was in jail, ready to stand trial for the murder of Laurel Riordan, I could imagine exactly what they were saying about me.
He knew who she was. No, I really do. My voice was hard when I answered. His hands, which were resting lightly on the top of the table, curled into fists. How her family was kind enough to take you in and give you everything, and she had to live under the same roof with a murderer all through the summer. She was even running around telling people that you attacked her last July. I glanced to the doorway, where Morales was standing woodenly and staring at the wall. Keep your voice down, I reminded him. That is her MO, after all. His dark eyes narrowed. When did this happen?
Was that the day I came over and you were bleeding? He was scowling darkly, his black eyebrows scrunched together at the bridge of his nose. I ventured cautiously. Now I was the one who was talking too loudly. I saw Morales shift and look toward us. You two ate together in the courtyard?
I almost added our courtyard , but bit the words off in my mouth. So you, like, ate lunch with Fallon and David Johns? I was incredulous.
They rolled over me like some sort of sonic wave. I actually drifted backward as they hit me slowly, until my back was pressed up against the chair. River and Fallon all alone eating lunch in the courtyard. Now I was picturing them out there, sitting in the sun-dappled shade together.
Fallon, who once had a crush on River. They would surely be dating before the week was out, while I sat in my concrete cell inside a fluorescent orange jumpsuit. I tried to force my lips into a smile. What did you guys talk about? Nothing much. She said to tell you she watched some movie you recommended last week, and she really liked it. Oh yeah? Is that all she said about it? What exactly did she say? My stomach was churning and bubbling. I think she was just making conversation. I nodded. Cold turkey and warm Jell-O were staging a battle in my stomach, no doubt competing to see which one could swim back up my throat the fastest.
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Summary Cashing Out Do I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? Read on the Scribd mobile app Download the free Scribd mobile app to read anytime, anywhere. You do not make the law, nor Aleister Crowley, nor the wicca witches, nor Esther Hicks channeling her spiritual guides. God alone makes the law; He is the Supreme Authority in the entire universe. Obviously not every desire is bad.
We all have many positive desires in the course of our daily lives. But when our desires have free rein and the only dictate of our conscience is self-satisfaction or self-fulfillment, that desire can lead us astray. Then when lust has conceived, it brings forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, brings forth death.
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Therefore, the unbridled appetite of our senses ultimately leads to death. She also gave to her husband with her, and he ate. Eve was led astray by the persuasive serpent who convinced her that it was good to disobey. As a result, Eve and her husband ended up trying to hide their shame from God.
Sin brings not only death, it also brings shame. Samson was a Nazirite, chosen by God from the womb to help deliver the Israelites from the Philistines. Samson was attracted to Philistine women, from the very people he was ordained to destroy. After a short marriage to another Philistine woman Samson became involved with Delilah. Because he sought to please men rather than God, Samson revealed to Delilah the secret of his strength.
She betrayed him, and Samson died as a result, although he did take down over philistines with him. King Saul is another example of disobedience as a result of trying to please men rather than God. His disobedience caused Saul to lose his anointing and ultimately his throne, which God gave to David. One day King David was on his balcony, and he saw a beautiful woman bathing in the garden. David fell madly in love with her and arranged for her husband Uriah to be killed on the battlefield, a man who was outstandingly faithful to David. So David sinned by adultery and murder.
So David disobeyed God because he allowed his infatuation with Bathsheba to overrule his love for God and Uriah. The Bible is full of godly counsel on how to overcome the flesh, because God recognizes that the flesh and the spirit are constantly at war. God wants us to triumph over temptation and selfish desires. This is a very hard thing to do! And if we continuously indulge our selfish desires we will never develop the righteous, holy character that God wants us to develop. For the flesh lusts against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh; and these are contrary to one another, so that you do not do the things that you wish.
But if you are led by the Spirit, you are not under the law. Against such there is no law. If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. God is the Supreme Lawmaker, and His law is the standard by which we will be judged during the Last Judgment. But our God is every bit as loving as He is just.
He gave us power to overcome the strongman of the flesh and to resist the temptations of the ruler of this world. If you ask the Lord, He will give you the will to will and to do for His good pleasure Philippians Submit to God, resist the devil and he will flee from you James If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. And the world is passing away, and the lust of it; but he who does the will of God abides forever.
Seeking after the things of this world is like rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. This ship is sinking — why would you want to have any part or portion in it? Especially when the end of time is so near? Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul? He desires to give us eternal riches in glory, that we should walk on streets of gold, that we should drink the water of life and eat from the tree of life, that we should live in the city where there is no night because the glory of God and the Lamb light up the city. Romans God wants to give good things to His children, exceedingly abundantly above and beyond anything you can ask or imagine.
He is the potter shaping the clay, and He holds a vision for you that is so much higher than any vision your own human mind can conceive! Matthew It will be health to your flesh, and strength to your bones. Your email address will not be published.