"So, let me get this straight," Jada said, leaning in on the restaurant's table, "this chick comes in and pours her heart out about her husband's gay affair and the First Ladies don't try to figure out how to bury the pastor's body, hide his watches and burn his clothes?”

I shook my head. And the thing was, Jada meant what she’d said. My sister was that ride-or-I-don’t-care-if-I die chick who proved crazy existed in all relationships. The dozen or so women my sister had been involved with since she came out to our family at the beginning of my sophomore year in college (when she was in high school), could vouch for my sister’s occasional lunacy. Jada was possessive; she loved hard and tolerated no foolishness. Cross her at your own peril, ‘cause she would take your crazy and raise you one.

“I’m serious,” Jada said. “People would have been looking for that pastor come Sunday morning when he was supposed to be in the pulpit.”

“Oh, I have no doubt you’re serious, and you really need to use your Obamacare and get that crazy of yours checked out.”

Before she could say anything, I bowed my head and blessed our food, but when I looked up, Jada was ready to go in.

“I don’t need to get anything checked out,” she said with a little bit of an attitude. “Everyone thinks I have anger issues, but what I have are reality issues. Every woman I’ve ever been involved with knows the rules — don’t start none, won’t be none,” she said. Then, the way she stabbed her burger with her knife, I felt sorry for the salmon. “But again, you tried to change the subject on me and this is all about the pastor. So, really, they didn’t help her bury the body?”

I shook my head. “No. They took the opposite approach and gave her the reason why she should stay.”

While I bit off a bit of my wings, my sister looked up toward the ceiling like she was trying to figure it out. Then, waving her fork in the air, she said, “Okay, I give up. What could the reason possibly be?”

“They said it was financial, but really Jada, it was like a cult in there. Every woman agreed; they all said the same thing. I had a feeling something like this had happened to one of them before.”

“Really? You think another one of their husbands has been freakin’ a dude?” She held up her hand. “Not that I have anything against gay people.” She grinned. “Hey!” she sang as she rolled her shoulders in a little dance.

That made me chuckle for a moment, but then, I went right back to what happened. “I’m not saying that group experienced the same exact scandal. I just wonder if other things have happened before and staying silent is just what they do.”

"Y'all church folks kill me," Jada said, shaking her head as she leaned back and took several more sips of her wine.