as I heard him slapping the mess out of her.”
“Did you know she had a boyfriend?” Reginald asked.
“I knew she had a man. She tried to tell me she didn’t, but then she cut her phone off every night before nine. Her dude must have broke up with her. Because she been trying to call me back and I told you, you only get one time to turn me off and I’m through.”
“Just like that, you through? You just ruined this girl’s relationship, and now you won’t talk to her?” I asked.
“Yup, it is easy for me to cut a chick off. Plus, I have enough memories of her in my phone. I’m going to miss those lips,” he said as he opened his cell phone and looked at something I’m sure was not appropriate for the workplace.
“You are so wrong. He should have come to your house. You are insane. You’ll meet your match eventually,” I said.
“We all will, and when I do, I’ll be prepared.” Jeremy smiled.
The rest of the day was filled with Jeremy stories and a meeting with our regional manager, Patrick. He stopped in to my hospital every other week to make sure we were doing everything up to code and collecting the hospital money properly.
I came home from work expecting peace and quiet, but got three teenage boys playing Xbox on my sofa and floors. The boys said, “Hi, Miss Tanisha.”
I spoke back and walked toward my kitchen. I didn’t mind my kids having company. I actually was happy when their friends came to our house. I never was able to have company or sleepovers because my mother was so strict and religious. Plus, if they were home, I knew they were safe.
I walked into the kitchen. I wanted to hurry up and get dinner started.
“Jamil, why are there dishes in my sink? I want to cook,” I said looking at the sink full of pots and cups.
“I was about to do them, Mom,” Jamil said as he ran into the kitchen.
Jamil was sixteen, dark brown, and six feet. His body looked like a man’s, but I didn’t think he was interested in girls yet. He was still addicted to his Xbox and hanging around his friends. He came out of his room to eat and go to school. I gave him condoms just in case he was thinking about having sex, because I knew how fresh little girls could be. Like my daughter Alexis; she was the one I had to worry about. She was seventeen and boy crazy, and too concerned with how she looked. She thought she was supposed to get her hair and nails done every two weeks, and I didn’t. She was in the twelfth grade, and I was just trying to get her ready and interested in college.
Ty had been gone for about four months, and our divorce would be official soon. I sat my two oldest down when he moved out and told them I wasn’t happy. They understood and weren’t too upset about it. Ty assured them that he was still their father, and if they needed anything, they could still call him. So far, everyone had been adjusting well, except for Kierra. She really missed having her father around. I think she just missed her daily treats. He was forever bringing her Sour Patch Kids and M&M’s after work. That’s why she had a mouthful of cavities now.
I sat down at my white tile kitchen table and began opening my bills. The first one on the top was my Verizon cell bill. It was a bill for seven hundred dollars and three cents. What the hell? It had to be a mistake. I thought we all shared minutes. I looked at all the phone lines and none of the minutes was over. I couldn’t understand why the bill was that much. I continued to scan the bill to see what could possibly make my bill so high. Then I spotted the reason and almost passed out.
“Alexis,” I screamed out.
She came down the steps in sky-blue running shorts and a pink tee.
“I’m right here. Why you screaming?” she asked, frowning and cradling her cell phone in her neck.
“You in the house. Get off the damn cell phone.” She shut her phone off and came down the steps.
“Mom, why you always trying to play somebody?”
“Alexis, why do I have a seven-hundred-dollar cell phone bill, and how the hell did you use six thousand text messages in one month?” I said, placing the bill in her hands. She looked at the bill, and said, “I don’t know what they talking about. I didn’t text six thousand times. It must have been a mistake.”
“This is not a mistake! It is your number right here. Listen, if you can’t be responsible with your phone, then you don’t need one. I can’t afford these high-ass bills. You going to have to get a job,” I yelled.
“I’ve been looking all summer. I filled out applications everywhere.”
“Alexis, this is your last warning. By the time school is back, you better have a job.”
“All right, Mom. I heard you,” she said as she walked back up the steps.
While Jamil was finishing up the dishes, I went to pick up Kierra from day care. I usually left Kierra at summer camp until two minutes before the summer camp ended. Kierra was a piece of work. She was nothing like Alexis or Jamil. She required so much more attention and time. Or maybe I didn’t remember them because I was so young. At almost five years old, this little girl just asked too many questions. She was really smart and had been reading since she was three and had an unbelievable memory. I’d be at the store, asking myself what was I supposed to get, and she would say, “You need to buy eggs to make a cake for Miss Alberta’s birthday tomorrow.”
Kierra was already waiting by the door when I walked in. I signed her out, and the first thing she asked was, “Mommy, where my daddy at?”
“He still at his new house,” I said.
“Why he got a new house, Mommy?” she asked, looking up at me with her father’s big eyes and fat cheeks. Her complexion was a blend of my mocha skin and her father’s honey complexion. Kierra’s hair was in a cluster of long braids decorated with barrettes at the tips.
“He needed to have his own space,” I said, grabbing her book bag and opening the car door for her.
“Why he need his own space, Mommy?” she asked as I fastened her in her booster chair.
“He just do, Kierra. I’m going to call him for you.”
I dialed his number and he picked up on the first ring. I passed her the telephone
“Daddy,” she screamed into the telephone.
I heard him say, “Hey, li’l mama. Daddy coming to see you tomorrow. Okay?”
She passed the phone to me.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“Is it okay if I come over tomorrow to see the kids?”
“I don’t care.”
“Okay, I’ll be there around six. How you doing? You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Here you go, Kierra,” I said as I gave the phone back to her. I wasn’t trying to have a conversation with him.
Chapter 2
Adrienne Sheppard
The treadmill was boring me. I read Essence from front to back, and I still had fifteen more minutes. I opened the cap on my Aquafina bottle and took a mouthful. I was trying to make the best of my gym membership that I was paying thirty dollars a month for. But it was not easy to stay focused. I had plateaued at 148 pounds, which was a tight size eight for me. All I wanted was to be back at my size six, maybe even a four. I wanted to get another fifteen pounds off so bad I hired a personal trainer. His name was Kyle. He had me squatting and flexing for the last hour and a half. He was treating me like I was at boot camp, and he just didn’t know I was about to go AWOL. Sweat was pouring down my face and I was so tired, but I saw him approaching, so I sped up a little to actually make him think I was enjoying this body torture.
“You’re doing good. How you feeling?” he asked,