Forrest discovers that there is major corruption going on in the church and that the chairman of the Deacon Board, Gaston Burton Davis—who is also the town’s mayor—is at the core of it all. He also suspects that his father is being threatened in an effort to get him to go along with the corruption. The morning after a meeting with Deacon Davis, other members of the Deacon Board, and the head of the Trustee Board, Forrest knew that his suspicions were true. His father comes down to breakfast looking as if he had been fighting with the devil himself all night. And, indeed, he probably had been—the aftermath of his meeting with Deacon Davis and his pose from the church the night before. He could not just sit by and do nothing while his father was being harassed. With the help of one of the mothers of the church, Forrest tries to save his father, and the church, from the negative forces that are working against First St. Marks. In the meantime, the practice of tithing is explored.
I grew up in Venice, IL (also called The Island), a small town where everybody knew everybody, respected everybody and got along quite nicely. I now live in Palmdale, CA. I graduated from Dunbar High School in Madison, IL; attended Business School in St. Louis, MO, Graduated from Pikes Peak College in Colorado Springs, CO with a degree in Broadcasting; then went on to get my Doctorate Degree in Naturopathy from Trinity School of Natural Health. (It was in Venice, IL that I wrote my first play at the age of fourteen.)
He was continually giving my siblings and me excellent advice that we still follow today. There’s not just one special writer that I like to read or that has influenced my writing. I’ve read James Baldwin, Alexander Dumas, Sidney Sheldon, Terry McMillan . . . . I belong to a book club that reads only books by Black authors. There are so many good authors that I like to read. I listen to a lot of books-on-tape. I love Walter Mosley, Nora Roberts (aka J. D. Robb), and James Patterson, to name just a few.