My Song Of Songs: Solomon's Touch

By Joanna Hynes

Overview
As a first-generation Ethiopian immigrant, Sheba had lived in Charleston since she turned five years of age. She was Ethiopian by birth, but American by preference. She had worked hard, studied and sacrificed plenty to get where she was today, no easy feat for someone who had just celebrated her twenty-sixth birthday. According to her friends, Sheba was a beauty, though when she looked in the mirror, she saw inevitable flaws; her cheekbones were too pronounced, her mouth a little too wide, her nose with that perturbing slant to it. Still, she accepted compliments gratefully, especially from her roommate, Janelle. Janelle was the true beauty, Sheba thought, with dark ebony skin so smooth that she could be a walking ad for Ghirardelli Dark Chocolate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ophelia Madison Press
• Release date: Jun 11, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301465071

Book preview

Part I

Patricia Bey Collins, known as Sheba by her close friends, stared down at the document before her, troubled. As a defense attorney, Sheba may be a novice, but in the game of life, she considered herself a pro. Still, she felt troubled by the information staring up at her, papers and photos spread over her desktop. What if she were wrong? Could she have misjudged so badly? What—

Hey Ms. Collins.

The voice at the door to her office prompted Sheba to glance up, a smile replacing her frown. Hey Jackson, how are you today?

Fine Ms. Collins, the office mail boy replied. He pulled a small stack of envelopes from his cart and walked into the office. Not too bad today.

Sheba eyed the envelopes with doubt, and then shrugged. She was finding out that her job as a new defense attorney at Falks & Ritter involved more hands-on secretarial work than she had anticipated. Just about gone were her goals of trying a major case her first year at the prestigious Charleston law firm. Jackson placed the stack of envelopes on the corner of her desk and left, continuing his rounds.

As a first-generation Ethiopian immigrant, Sheba had lived in Charleston since she turned five years of age. She was Ethiopian by birth, but American by preference. She had worked hard, studied and sacrificed plenty to get where she was today, no easy feat for someone who had just celebrated her twenty-sixth birthday. According to her friends, Sheba was a beauty, though when she looked in the mirror, she saw inevitable flaws; her cheekbones were too pronounced, her mouth a little too wide, her nose with that perturbing slant to it. Still, she accepted compliments gratefully, especially