“Wul on,” I hear him say before he walks over to me. I’m now sitting in the car.
He’s leaning on my window.
“Hey do I know you?” He asks and I look up confused.
I shrug.
He smiles. “I ask cause yuh look like my next girlfriend.”Um, no.
I force a smile. “I’m married.”
“Oh sorry,” he apologizes.
“How are you?” I question. He’s a tall, brown guy with his hair twist. The ends are dyed in red. He has a nose piercing. Not bad looking at all.
“Day was going bad until I saw you,” he thinks I believe that? I force a smile this time. His red hair is interesting.Mi know seh Zara body good and all but she married, mi nuh know if eh big karat nah blind yuh.What a good thing him cya hear har.
“Hear yah,” I smile.
“Yuh smile pretty eeh,” he says, staring in my soul. Zara yaw entertain this man? Weh yuh nuh know from Adams?
“Thanks,” I say starting my car. I have to go. When I look up at him he looks away from the back of the car then I immediately realize that something is weird about him. He gives me a smile. He has a charm.
“I have to go now, it was nice,” I tell him and he moves away.
“Doritos!” The girl calls.
“Alright ma take care.” I don’t answer him, instead I drive away. On my way back I talk to my mother on the phone. She’s telling me about Mamaand how good she’s doing. She’s acting so young, getting her hair done andhas a crazy obsession with the spa.Hear yah.
I chuckle. “Mama is something else.”
“Me well wah she straight so the all a we can come down,” she says. “Milong fi the all a we in a one house.” Nuh true?
“Same,” I smile. “I miss you and grandma a lot.”
“And mi wah go a chukka, it seem like a nice place fi family,” she says and I laugh.
“A wah?” She asks because I’m laughing. I’m just imagining mama on thebikes and horses. She’d definitely get on them because sometimes sheforgets her age. “Mi just an imagine mama at Chukka,” I tell her. “Pan horse and all.” She’s laughing too.
“Hey gyal yaw doubt me?” She asks from the background making me laugh so hard as I drive.
“No mama!” I laugh.
“Oh yuh betta!” She says, joining us.
“Mommy strong enuh and act so young so you gwaan think seh she fraid,”’my mother laughs. Mi know she nuh fraid.
“Zara me might old enuh but mi a nuh old foot,” she says in a goofy tone.
I am still laughing.
“You know how much place me go and people think mi younger.” She adds.
True, she doesn’t look her age. I wipe my tears, that’s how hard I’m laughing. It’s been a while since I’ve laughed like this, really. And it’s agood feeling. The last time a with Gavin. When I’m off the phone, I start focusing on getting home because I want to tell Nick the news in person. I slow down when someone flashes their light, indicating that there’s police.
When the police steps out and stops me I’m surprised, pulling over on the soft shoulder. Mi always lucky fi nuh get stop by police enuh, a wah now?
I don’t know.
