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                                                                   Josie’s Master Plan


                                                               Ms. Josie, as I called her, informed me that the “3-Day Rule” would take effect

                                                               immediately. I had no idea what that meant. Well, let me share this “BUT GOD”
                                                               scenario. Kamili and I would be relocating as soon as possible to my home, which

                                                               fortunately was a block away – the original shotgun house. All visitors, including

                                                               relatives and friends, were all given three days to visit. For those three days, guests
                                                               were royally treated, which included three good meals a day, impeccable service,

                                                                hospitality, and superb fellowship! On the fourth day, however, your suitcases

                                                                needed to be at the front door packed and ready to go. And, I found out that this
                                                                applied to me, too!



                                                                My father hadn’t finished cleaning up our shotgun house, and my furniture was
                                                                still in storage in Miami. Nevertheless, Ms. Josie gave me a cot, a box of salt, and

                                                                a loaf of bread. These provisions were part of an old custom thought to bring a
                                                                good  spirit  and  make  it  possible  for  the  people  who  are  moving  to  sustain

                                                                themselves.  We were also given  a  can  of bug spray  for  roaches.  As we  left,  I

                  Queen Mother Josie Allen Merritt,            wondered where I was going to sleep. Ms. Josie said, “You can sleep in the two
                         my Dad’s Second Wife                  chairs up there. I’m glad you are home, and I wish for you success.” This was truly
                                                               an extraordinary teachable moment for me.



        My first night was very strange. My mother welcomed me home. She walked up the back steps (as she always did when returning from

        work, shopping, church, and “outings.”) Now, my mother had been deceased at least nine years. Do you know that I felt her peaceful
        spirit, and I was not afraid when she closed the door behind her?
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