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The Amen Sisters

The Amen Sisters

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by Angela Benson

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After witnessing the suicide of a churchgoing young woman, Minister Francine Amen blames herself: After this young woman had accused their pastor of sexual abuse, Francine rejected her as a friend. Francine's guilty feelings land her in a mental hospital, and after her release she vows to restore her ministry by making amends to every person she's ever hurt,


After witnessing the suicide of a churchgoing young woman, Minister Francine Amen blames herself: After this young woman had accused their pastor of sexual abuse, Francine rejected her as a friend. Francine's guilty feelings land her in a mental hospital, and after her release she vows to restore her ministry by making amends to every person she's ever hurt, especially her sister Dawn Amen. Dawn's husband Sly— formerly Francine's boyfriend—is spending too much time with Francine during her recovery, when he should be making his own amends to Dawn.

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The Amen Sisters

By Angela Benson

Warner Books

Copyright © 2005 Angela Denise Benson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-53153-7

Chapter One

Three months later

Francine Amen straightened her shoulders and exhaled a deep breath as she walked from her room on the patient wing of the Southwest Ohio Mental Health Clinic, through the patient activity ward, on her way to her morning appointment with Dr. Jennings, her therapist of record for the last eighty-five days. As she made her way across the breezeway, she gave slight nods of greeting to the patients and nurses much too familiar to her.

The stale odor of despair mingled with the fresh, but antiseptic, smell of Lysol that characterized the patient area contrasted greatly with the cinnamon aroma that greeted her when she passed through the glass double doors that served as the boundary between the mentally unwell and those who treated them. Sometimes the casual elegance of the lobby outside the staff offices-potted plants, rich artwork on the walls, deep-cushioned chairs and settees in bright multicolored patterns-was almost enough to make her forget where she was and why she was there. Almost but not quite. Straightening her back even more, Francine strode toward the sign-in desk with one thought on her mind: In three days she would leave this place that had become an unlikely home and refuge for her.

"Morning, Francine," the duty nurse, Margaret, a grandmotherly woman of about sixty, said to her. "Dr. Jennings hasn't gotten here yet, but we're expecting her any minute now. You can go on into her office."

"Thanks, Margaret. How are you this morning?"

"Busy, but good. I hear you're leaving us on Sunday. You know, I'm happy to see you go, but we sure are gonna miss you around here."

Francine smiled. "Believe it or not, I'm going to miss you too, but that doesn't mean I want to stay any longer."

The older woman chuckled. "I know what you mean. Now, you go on into the doctor's office. I have to run some papers over to the patient wing. Dr. Jennings will probably beat me back here."

Francine followed the older woman's directive and went into the doctor's office to wait. As she took her seat on the couch, she remembered her first visit to this office. Then she'd wondered if she was supposed to stretch out on the couch. She smiled at her ignorance. Before her stay here, her knowledge of therapists had been limited to what she knew from prime-time television. Fortunately for her, Dr. Jennings was neither Frasier Crane nor Bob Hartley.

Francine looked toward the door as it opened and the bubbly Dr. Jennings stormed in. "Sorry I'm late," the five-foot redheaded dynamo said. Then, without preamble, she took a seat in the chair across from Francine and said, "So, you're going home Sunday."

Home, Francine thought, back to Georgia. A place she hadn't visited in the last five years. This hospital was more familiar to her than home was. "That's what they tell me."

"So how do you feel about it?" Dr. Jennings glanced down at the yellow legal pad that seemed to always be on her lap, a habit Francine found unnerving. It was as if the woman couldn't remember Francine's issues and had to check the pad to remind herself.

How do I feel about it? Francine thought to herself. She was ready to leave, but ready to leave wasn't a feeling. She'd been in therapy long enough to understand the difference between feelings and thoughts. "I'm a bit anxious," she said, glancing down at her recently manicured hands, courtesy of the hospital services staff, "but I guess that's to be expected."

"Why anxious?"

Francine shrugged her shoulders and glanced out the plate glass windows overlooking the recently mowed north lawn of the institution. "Why shouldn't I be anxious? I'm a thirty-three-year-old woman running home to her sister after being let loose from the funny farm. I think that's enough to be anxious about."

When the doctor didn't respond, Francine turned to her. "What? No more questions?"

Dr. Jennings looked down at her pad again. "This is your time, Francine. If you want to spend it making sarcastic remarks, go right ahead."

Francine turned the corners of her lips down and sank back into the couch. She rubbed her hands down her jean-clad thighs. "Okay, you're right. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Dr. Jennings said. "Recognize what you're doing."

Francine knew Dr. Jennings was referring to the way she used sarcasm to handle emotions and situations that made her uneasy. "I'm anxious about going back home. I don't look forward to living with my sister. I don't look forward to seeing the people that I was so ugly to before I left. I dread seeing Toni's family."

Dr. Jennings leaned forward, in full empathy mode. "I know that'll be hard for you, seeing Toni's family again."

Hard was a mild word to describe what Francine felt about seeing Toni's mother and brother again. The last time she'd seen them was when they'd come to Dayton to get Toni's body. They'd come to her wanting answers about what led their daughter and sister to suicide. By then, Francine had learned that Toni had indeed been pregnant, and the reaction of her friend Cassandra to the news had pretty much convinced her that Toni hadn't been lying about Bishop Payne being the father. Toni's family had been devastated after they'd dragged those gory details out of Francine. Out of their devastation had come their accusations. Francine, who had already tried and convicted herself, accepted their condemnation without a word of self-defense. The last thing she remembered from that day was George, Toni's brother, calling her a murderer. Her next memory was waking up in this hospital, her arms restrained, her sister asleep in the chair next to her bed.

"Hey," Dr. Jennings said, interrupting her thoughts. "You've come a long way in your therapy, Francine. The biggest step in that journey for you was accepting that Toni's suicide wasn't your fault. That's ground you cannot afford to lose."

Francine met the doctor's gaze. "I know I didn't cause Toni's death, but knowing that only makes my guilt bearable. The fact remains, if it were not for me, Toni would still be alive. That's something I'll always have to live with."

"Thinking like that isn't good for you, Francine," the doctor warned. "You have to know that."

Francine let the familiar words settle in her spirit. "You tell me it's not my fault, but all I hear is that it's not all my fault. Toni was in Dayton because I dragged her here. She was in that church because I encouraged her to be there. She trusted Bishop Payne because I trusted him. And when she needed a friend, I wasn't there for her."

"But you didn't put the gun to her head."

"I know that," Francine said. "Toni did that all by herself, but she did it because I didn't believe her, because I refused to believe her. I was the only person she had, and I wasn't there for her."

"So you're going to beat yourself up about that for the rest of your life?"

Francine shook her head. She knew she had to try to be like Paul and forget the sins of the past and move forward. "No, I won't do that, but I will take responsibility for what I did. That's why going home is going to be so difficult. I have to make amends for the hurt I caused, to Toni's family, yes, but to the others as well. That's the only way I'll be able to live with myself. Unfortunately, I have no idea how they're going to respond to my overtures."

"You're not responsible for how they respond," Dr. Jennings said. "You're only responsible for your own actions. You have to remember that."

Francine signaled compliance with a downward tilt of her head.

"So have you decided where you're going to start?"

Francine squeezed her eyes shut. Then she quickly opened them. "Cassandra."

"Are you sure you want to tackle her first?"

Francine tipped her chin up. Cassandra had been her closest friend at Temple Church. In fact, Cassandra's testimony about how she'd come to be a member of Temple Church and her devotion to God had been a major factor in Francine's decision to join the group. Francine had looked up to the woman as a mentor in Christ and cherished her friendship. Therefore, her betrayal had hurt the most. "I have to do it. I have to confront her. I have to hear the truth from her."

"What are you going to say to her?"

"I'm going to ask her if she knew."

"Do you think she did?"

Francine's heart ached at the answer to that question. "I know she did. She had to have known. I can still remember the look on her face when I told her what Toni had told me. She knew. I could tell by the look on her face that she knew, and I have a feeling she wasn't the only one who knew."

"So why ask her if you already know the answer?"

"Because I have to hear the words from her and I have to know why. I loved them all. They were my family. I walked away from my biological family so I could be a part of their church family. I have to understand how they could do what they did, how they could sit by and let Bishop Payne do the damage he did when they knew what was going on. I have to know. I need to make some sense out of it in order to get on with my life."

Dr. Jennings looked down at her pad again. "You know, Francine, there's a real possibility you won't be able to make sense of it. At least, not in the way you want. What if you don't get the answers you need?"

"I don't know," she said. "I guess I'll have to deal with it, but I have to try. I can't walk away without trying."

The doctor flipped the top sheet of her pad over. "Have you lined up a therapist at home the way I suggested?"

Francine looked down at her folded hands. "My sister did the legwork. She's very worried about her crazy sister."

The doctor lifted a brow.

"Okay, maybe Dawn doesn't think I'm crazy, but she is worried about me."

"It's natural. She loves you."

"I know she does."


Francine looked up and met the doctor's eyes. "It makes me feel guilty. I hadn't spoken to her in five years, but when I needed her she was right there. Cassandra did one thing right when she called Dawn. I'm not sure what I would have done without my sister's support. She's been a good sister to me, even though I haven't been a good sister to her."

"From what I've seen of your sister, I don't think she's keeping score. She only wants you to get better."

"It certainly looks that way," Francine said. She and Dawn had always had a complicated relationship. Though they were fraternal twins, Francine the older by a couple of minutes, they had never really shared the symbiotic closeness that many twins experienced. Mostly, they'd been competitive. The differences in their appearances only added to the competition. Tall and sleek, Dawn had a polished, sophisticated look with stark features, while the petite Francine was muted in comparison. "She's my sister and she loves me, but you never know with Dawn. She always seems to be working some angle." Francine lifted her shoulders in a light shrug. "Maybe she's working through some residual guilt from marrying my fiance."

"I thought you ended that relationship."

"I did, but she didn't waste much time stepping in, now did she?"

Dr. Jennings jotted something on her yellow pad. "I thought you and Dawn had talked this through. Your living with them is going to be difficult enough without these feelings lurking beneath the surface."

"Whoopee, what fun that's going to be!"

Dr. Jennings arched a brow.

"Okay, I'll stop with the sarcasm. I don't look forward to moving in with them. I hate the fact that I'm flat broke. I hate even more the reason I'm flat broke. When I left town with Bishop Payne and the others, I was so sure I was doing the right thing. I knew I was right and I didn't lose any time telling everybody else how wrong they were. Lord forgive me, I was so self-righteous. I can hardly believe I said some of the things I did. And now I have to go back and face all my mistakes. It's a bit daunting."

Dr. Jennings studied her quietly. "You know, Francine, this anxiety is not a bad thing. You do have some challenges ahead of you, and recognizing them will only make you better equipped to meet them. Now, back to the therapist. Did you find one with a Christian orientation?"

"Dawn had a couple on her list, but I didn't pick one of them."

Dr. Jennings leaned forward. "Why not? Your faith has been a large part of your life for all of your life, Francine. It's reasonable that what's happened has caused you to reevaluate a lot of what you believe, but if you're going to be whole again, you're going to have to work through the faith issues in a rational way."

"You may be right," Francine said, "but I'm not ready for anyone to explain what the Bible means to me, or to interpret what God is saying. I did that with Bishop Payne and look where it got me. Thank God, I know now that's something I have to do on my own."

"Not all religious people are like Bishop Payne or the others at Temple Church."

"I know that in my head," Francine said, "but my heart is another matter. I have to do this my way."

"All right," the doctor said. "I'm not going to push." She glanced at her pad again. "I guess that ends our session for today. We'll meet again before your Sunday discharge."

* * *

As Sylvester Ray entered his home Friday evening, he rubbed his hand across the back of his neck, trying to wipe away the stress of the day. As manager of Amen-Ray Funeral Home, the family business he co-owned with his wife and sister-in-law, he had a lot on his shoulders. Though the business had recovered the ground it lost during the fallout of Francine leaving town, things were not going as well as he knew they needed to go in order for the funeral home to thrive. A quick solution would be to sell out to Easy Rest, the public company that had taken over a large number of smaller funeral homes in the Southeast, but he wanted that to be the answer of last resort. He knew that a move like that at this point in time would more likely than not lead to the end of his marriage of four years. He had no doubt that his wife, Dawn Amen-Ray, would consider such a decision the last straw. So Sylvester was left to find another solution if he wanted to keep his wife. And he did want to keep her. Doing so just seemed to get more difficult every day.

On his way through the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of mineral water. He drank it as he walked past the closed door of the upstairs bedroom that was now his wife's and on to the master bedroom that was now his alone. His eyes widened in surprise and welcome when he saw Dawn standing in the doorway of the closet they had once shared, their bed littered with her clothes. His heart quickened at the sight of her in a pair of denim cutoffs too short and too worn for her to wear anywhere but in the house. The sight of her and her long, sleek, cinnamon-toasted legs made him yearn for the times when things had been good between them. Then he would have pulled her into his arms and they would have spent the rest of the evening making very good use of their king-sized bed. But things weren't good between them and he had as much a chance of getting her into that teak bed as he did of finding a million dollars under one of the pillows.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She turned to him, her bright brown eyes full of the accusation they usually held for him these days. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

He sighed as he walked fully into the room. He drank the last of his water and then tossed the bottle into the teak wastebasket in the corner of the room. How many times would he have to ask for forgiveness? Would she ever forgive him? Did it even matter? "It looks like you're putting your clothes in that closet, but I'm sure that's not the case since you no longer consider this room yours."

She turned away from him and continued with her clothes. "You know Francine is coming home."

He dropped down on the edge of the bed. "So that's what this is about? You're going to put on a happy face for Francine. You don't want her to know we're not sleeping together."

She turned a glare on him. "Do you?"

"Why should I care what Francine thinks about our marriage? I care what we think about it. I care what you think about it."

She turned away again. "There was a time when you cared a lot about what Francine thought."


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Meet the Author

Angela Benson is an award-winning writer and a graduate of Spelman College. She has a PhD in Instructional Technology and is currently an Assistant Professor of Educational Technology at the University of Illinois. She is the author of numerous romance novels as well as the Christian novels AWAKENING MERCY, a finalist for a Christy Award, and ABIDING HOPE. She lives outside Chicago.

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Amen Sisters 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 17 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is a good witness for everyday life dealing with people. Trying to work and be social in a christian setting. Very good characters. Did not want to put it down.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading this book, I liked how it talked about life and god, how he will always be there for you no matter what situation you are in. It showed us that we can be ourself, and that it really dont matter who you are or what you are that you still have time to change and make things right and know that god is with you no matter what decision you make.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was awesome from the first page to the last. Ms. Benson is a very good writer.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I wasn't terribly impressed with this book...
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very good read. Not so predictable. Real life redemption. I enjoyed reading books with real life situations.
Victory25 More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the story, but I didn't agree with the romantic pairing at the end of the single sister. Give this book a read.
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Good clean read! Kept my interest from beginning to end!
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wilma osborne More than 1 year ago
I was so deep into this book i could not put it down. it was so relatable
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I truly enjoyed this book. I had a different ending in mind but was still pleased with how the author wove it all together.
MichelleSutton More than 1 year ago
The Amen Sisters has a killer beginning and moves along at a pretty fast pace for a while. There is plenty of drama to move the story forward and the tension is realistic and well done. The story slowed a bit in the middle when it got heavy on the church scenes and talking a lot about forgiveness and issues from the past. Then the action picked up again. I prefer to be in the middle of the action and experience conflict and agony along with the characters. There was potential for emotional suffering at first, but the slower parts were hard for me to get through. That's just the way I see things. I enjoyed the conflict between Dawn, Sly, Freddy, and Walter. However, I'm a pretty forgiving person so Dawn's ongoing anger started bugging me. I was glad when she and Sly began seeking the Lord more in their relationship, which is the best way to heal from that type of rift. The point the author made about stepping out in faith to rebuild trust and choosing to love was excellently done. Overall I enjoyed this novel. I liked how the author tied some scenes back to Genesis House, which was from an earlier book the author wrote. But it would've been better with a little less talk and more action in the middle to keep the story from sagging. Regardless, The Amen Sisters ranks high in edgy content, so I'd recommend it to people who enjoy reading about real life issues.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Angela, it took you a little 'LONG' while, but YOU DID IT AGAIN (smile). This book was really REALLY excellent....just as the same as your other books. PLEASE DON'T LET THE NEXT BOOK TAKE AS LONG (smile).
Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book because it talk about life and how we can count on god to see us through.I also enjoyed how the book talked about different problems,b/c people need advice on different things.If you want to read a book with a good leeson and great notes to help in every day life this is the one.