“Nothing!” Yaya snapped. “Nothing is wrong. This is about man, no?”
Jenna nodded. “Deacon St. Claire.”
“Good. Good boy. I like for you. This is boy from hand.”
Yaya lifted her hand and patted it.
“Maybe I just…I don’t think?—”
“This. Yes, this is problem.” Yaya dropped her hand and patted Jenna’s cheeks. “No think. Just love.”
“What?” Jenna asked.
“When right person, no think.”
“Okay but?—”
“Nobut.Just love. Life too short forbutorthink.Just love. He is good man, yes?” Her hands flew in the air.
Jenna nodded. “Yes.”
“You love, yes?” Her hands flew again.
“Yes.”
“Then is simple.”
“But what if?—”
“No but, no what if. You know future?”
“No.”
“Then love only important thing. When is love, no think, just yes. Now you say.”
“What?” Jenna wasn’t sure she wanted to say it.
“Now you say!” Yaya grabbed her cheeks again.
“When is love, no think, just yes,” Jenna repeated.
“Again,” Yaya instructed, still holding her cheeks.
“When is love, no think, just yes.”
“Again.”
She took a breath and found her lips curling at the edges as she echoed for the final time, “When is love, no think, just yes.”
“When is love, no think, just yes.” Yaya smiled and kissed her on her forehead.
Jenna’s phone lit up and vibrated with a text. It was Blake telling her she forgot her backpack down by the paddleboats where she’d met her team before the parade and could Jenna get it for her and bring it up to Two Scoops so they could talk now.
“Sorry,” she apologized to Yaya. “It’s Blake.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Yaya shooed her away. “Go, go, go.”
Before she stood up, Jenna threw her arms around Yaya once more. It was always strange when she actually hugged Yaya to feel what a tiny-framed woman she was. She just had such a larger-than-life personality that she seemed so much bigger, but she was so petite.
