Jamari observed me with a frown on his face. "Where are your glasses?"
I touched my face. "I didn't feel like wearing them today."
He always noticed when I didn't have my glasses on. It made me feel good that he paid attention to me.
"Oh, word. I like it when you have them on." Jamari draped his arm around me and dropped a kiss on my temple. He had a way of making me feel loved without even trying.
"I'll remember to wear them next time." I smiled.
We began walking back toward where he had come from and made small talk. The weather was nice for November. It was a lovely day to visit the park.
"Did you enjoy your time at your father's house?"
I scoffed. "No. I punched his wife."
He whistled. "Oh damn. Why did you do that?"
I gave Jamari a rundown of what happened at my father's house. He shook his head as I talked.
"Damn. I can't say what you did was wrong since she walked up on you. You handled your business like you should’ve. Why would she talk about your mother when she’s not around?”
I shrugged, wishing I knew. “That was wrong of her to do. She should’ve just stuck to going off on my father since it was his fault in the first place. My father and mother still talk, but my mother owes Brenda nothing. It’s all on my father.”
Jamari hummed but didn’t say anything else. That had me wondering what he was thinking.
“I already know my father is going to tell my mother I punched his wife.”
He chuckled. “I hope he tells her his wife called her a bitch too.”
I laughed. “Yeah, he better not leave that detail out.”
“Maybe all of this can get sorted out. You did say you and your father’s wife used to be cool. Y’all might end up talk?—”
I cut him off. "That's dead. Brenda won't have to worry about me ever talking to her."
Jamari chuckled. "I get it."
When we arrived at the spot he had occupied before, we took our seats on the bench next to his sister, who rested against the tree. She had a paperback book in her hands and didn't pay us any attention. When I had the time to read, I was like that. Truthfully, I kinda missed it.
"Rylie, can you stop reading for a minute?" Jamari asked his sister.
Rylie lifted her head and smiled when she saw me. She was a pretty girl. They all resembled each other.
"Hi, Chyanne," she greeted.
I frowned but waved at her.
She laughed a little. "The reason I know your name is that Mari mentioned you to us."
I nodded, fully understanding now. It had me wondering what he had said about me.
Jamari scoffed. "I guess I didn't have to say anything then."
I chuckled, moving closer to him. "Nope."
Rylie went back to reading her book while Jamari and I spoke in low voices.
"I want to see you later, so you'll have to come to my house."
