Enola sat next to her on the sofa and crossed her legs.
“How was New Orleans? Is your grandma gonna be okay?”
Enola really didn’t know how to answer that. Her grandmother didn’t seem like she was dying to her, but her Aunt Ruby has said something about her grandmother getting weaker as she got stronger. If that were the case, her gran would live a long time. Enola had no plans on doing a thing to cause her powers to grow.
“She’s weak, but she’ll get stronger.”
“So…why they say she was dying?”
“Girl, you know black folks be exaggerating.” Enola chuckled.
Crystal giggled, shaking her head. “You ain’t lying about that. Well, did you at least get to hang out in the French Quarter?”
Yep, and I got attacked by vampires, turned into an angry firebird, and rescued by a werewolf.
“Naw,” she lied.
Surely, the lie would go over much better than the truth.
“Why do you need to stay here?” Enola asked, changing the subject.
“Girl, Ray went out of town. You know I’m scared to stay in that house by myself.”
Crystal was tough as nails, except when it came to being home alone.
“You’re such a scaredy cat,” Enola teased.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. By the way, your ex called me.”
Enola rolled her eyes. The last person she wanted to hear about was Antonio.
“Nola, he is such a fucking weirdo.”
“Oh, lord. What did he want?” Nola sighed.
“That, ‘can you talk to Nola for me?’ bullshit. Blah…blah…blah.”
Nola couldn’t believe Antonio’s nerve. He’d cheated on her, assaulted her physically, and remarkably, he thought that he still had a chance in hell with her. Enola hopped up from the sofa and looked back at Crystal.
“Antonio can go fuck himself,” she muttered as she walked into the kitchen.
“Don’t be fucking cussin’ in front of my kid!” Crystal scolded, as if her sweet little girl wasn’t accustomed to her mother’s foul mouth.
“Wine?” Enola shouted from the kitchen.
“Have we met? Of course, I want wine.”
Enola pulled a bottle of white wine out of the fridge. She was thinking about how bad she needed to organize her drawers as she searched for the corkscrew.
“Girl, he said you burned him,” Crystal shouted from the living room.
Enola, half hearing what Crystal said, found the corkscrew and opened the bottle. She grabbed a couple of glasses from the cabinet and went back to the living room.
“He said what?” Enola asked, plopping down on the sofa next to Crystal.
“He said you burned him.”
Enola whipped her head around to glare at her friend. “What? He trying to say I gave him something?”
