[Warm]

*Awakening from a Sunday nap, Iya sits up in her bed and arches her back while stretching her arms out and releasing that last bit of sleep in a yawn. Just then she giggles to herself and shakes her head as Deacon Jones crosses her mind. There's just SOMETHING about the way that man says, "AAAmen!" She smiles, rolls her eyes, and shakes her head again, this time at how silly she had been to entertain even the slightest bit of lust for Deacon Jones.

Not exactly ready to start another evening of writing, Iya gets out of bed and goes into her den where she sits on the sofa reading the Sunday paper.* "Maybe something will catch my eye."