A tale of lust, bitterness, and betrayal. Sister Gloria, a young black woman, is the newest member of Mosque Number Eight. She secretly lusts after the young fiery Minister Q. He pays her scant attention, focusing all of his energy on his caustic sermons of black pride and naionalism.
During one of the Minister's sermons, a napkin with an address falls from his pocket, leading Sister Gloria to learn of the Minister's secret life.
Instead of being repulsed by the secret, she yearns for him more so to the point of imaging herself a wife standing by her troubled man. All is well until the day Minister Q announces his pending marriage to another sister in the mosque. Will Sister Gloria stand by her man?
Sister Gloria opened her eyes and jammed her fists into her lap. She was a pure and saved sister now. However, she couldn’t drive away the funkiness of her past life--the funk of men's unwashed bodies, dollars that reeked of cigarette smoke and sweat, and stale gin on thick lips. These odors lingered in Sister Gloria's nostrils like the stench of unwashed panties. And here the young minister was ranting against the very thing poisoning Sister Gloria's thoughts this morning: Lust and filth! Sister Gloria closed her eyes. Minister Q stood in front of her naked, black, and shiny. She started to weep. A Sister seated next to her offered a tissue. The congregation assumed Sister Gloria was overcome by the message instead of the messenger.