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“Why you never go in a you room if you nuh wah in a the dining room or on the veranda?” She asks.

I take a while to answer her. “Yasso mi wah deh,” I retort.

“Okay, me will keep your company then,” she chuckles, eating her jerk chicken.

She moans. “Akeem deal with the chicken good.”

I stay silent.

I’m thinking about the question that has been plaguing my mind. The women on the veranda are gossiping and I hiss.

“You nuh see how it trashy?!” Marsha laughs, as a big woman.

“No mi loveee,” a slim friend laugh, she looks a little too young to be my mom’s friend.

“The gyal wig tiyad!” The other one say.

Cyaa’ believe woman comfortable a live so. Mi glad how my woman stay enuh because she in a har own lane. Apart from her cousins and mi G dem woman, I don’t see her with friends.

“All other day mi deh down town and she in a it, mi a say no monn!” mommy says while laughing and they join.

Jah Jah.

She a the next one…

Bring the chatting right yasso.

Lorie is laughing and I shake my head. “Why deh gyal deh deh yah?”

“Nickoi stop,” she begs. My mind runs on her saying this to Junior.

I glare at her.

“Just like how you tell Junior fi stop?” I ask her and she’s lost.

I continue. “You always a do foolishness enuh and when people react you wah tell them fi stop.”

“Wah happen?” She asks. I stop myself from going off, instead I put the cup at my head, drinking the remaining soup.

“Why Junior stay away?” I meet her stare.

She shrugs. “Junior just naturally nuh into people enuh, member him antisocial.”

“Hmm,” I hum.

“Is everything okay?” she seems worried.

I stare at her blankly. “No mommy, mi wah ask you a question.”

“Alright… ask,” she says softly.

She’s getting nervous. Too nervous.

I won’t misbehave mommy.

“Be honest and straight up wid me,” I say and she nods slowly. “Junior father a Orion, who a mine, Owayne or Orion?”

Her eyes widens as she gasp.