It’s too late to jump off the rollercoaster now, so I might as well enjoy the ride.
When I take my seat at the lunch table, Dee and Nix start in on me. Victoria is giving me a murderous look from the table she’s sitting at.
“So, are you two an item now?” asks Dee with a grin on his face.
“Shut the fuck up, man.”
Nix places both hands over his heart. “Aww, he’s in love.”
They both laugh.
“Don’t make me fuck you up, Nix.”
“We’re just happy for you, man,” says Dee.
“Yeah man, we’re happy that the beast found his beauty.”
“We’re not together, okay? We just fuck when I’m horny. That’s all she’ll ever be to me, a piece of ass.”
If I continue telling myself that, maybe I’ll start to believe it.
I was surprised when I woke up to a“Good morning, have a safe drive”text from Maverick. This is moving more and more into uncharted territory. We’ll get lost at sea because neither of us knows how to navigate. It takes me about five hours to arrive at my grandmother’s. I send my mom and Michael a text letting them know I arrived safely before walking to the front door, luggage in hand to knock.
My grandmother swings open the door in a flurry of excitement. It smells heavenly inside. I told my grandmother I should arrive around noon. No doubt she has prepared a feast for me. She always does when I visit her.
“Oh, it’s my grandbaby, my grandbaby has come to spend the Thanksgiving break with me,” my grandmother, flapping her hands before pulling me close for a tight hug. My face is squished against her ample bosom.
“Okay, grandma. I can’t breathe.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Come on in.”
When I step inside, she closes the door. I leave my luggage at the door and follow her into the living.
My grandmother looks great at the age of sixty. My grandmother is from the Deep South, so she knows how to cook all soul food. I’ll be heading home a few pounds heavier next Saturday. My grandmother is a heavy-set woman about my height, with graying black hair. I received my thick lips and shapely figure from her.
“Earl, our grandbaby is here. Rita, come in here.”
My grandfather travels downstairs as fast as his old limbs allow, and my Aunt Rita appears from the kitchen.
“Look at you! You’re a young woman now,” says Aunt Rita, giving me a hug.
My dad’s side of the family is very close and affectionate.
“Hunty chile, look at her big perky breasts,” exclaims my grandmother. My cheeks heat from her comment.
Next, she grasps my shoulder, turning me around. “And look at that behind, so big and round.”
“Grandma!”
“Charlene, leave the child alone,” my grandfather defends me, giving me a hug too.
I didn’t realize that he finished his descent from the upstairs. My face heats even more.
“Okay, I’m just saying she’s well-developed.”
Oh God, please make it stop.
“I’m going to take my luggage up to the guest room.”And find a hole to crawl into.
