“What?” Genesis asked, with raised brows.
I just looked at her.
“Bro,” she stressed. “I can do it. I?—”
“Youbeendoin it. Take yo lil trip and shit. I got it.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “You sure?”
I nodded, pulling my phone from my pocket. “Have I ever made a decision I wasn’t sure about?”
Until Guiding Light Nursing Services could find moms a suitable home health aide, I was going to take care of her.
Before Genesis could question me any further, a call from Solomon came through.
“Yo,” I answered. “What’s the word, dumb ass?”
Genesis shook her head.
“Fuck you want, nigga? You know I was in prayer.”
I took the phone from my ear to check the time. “Shit, my bad. Ay, listen. I need you to get up with somebody for me.”
He sighed. “Bro…”
I shook my head, as if he could see me. “Nah. Completely different tip, brodie.” I paused, stretching with a yawn. When I said the Meech shit weighed heavy on my spirit last night, I meant it. I spent a good hour and a half in my secret place, chopping it up with Big G. “Chick at The Woods… she need a place to hold service for her brother. Lil nigga used to run with Zeke. Get up with her. Help her with whatever she needs help with. She ain’t never been in position to handle funeral arrangements so she don’t know shit. Educate her. Show her the way.”
“Say less,” Solo said. “Shoot me her number.”
“Bet. She’s expecting your call.”
Once I texted him her number, I got off with him and left the house to head for mine.
When I walkedinto the crib, I went straight to the bedroom. Walked in on Jada modeling in front of that fuck ass camera, showing off the ass I paid for. As soon as she noticed me, she flinched and immediately rushed over to the phone to stop recording.
I didn’t say shit—walked right by her to my closet. I was sure her camera caught me walking into the room. I didn’t and wouldn’t address it although the whole social media personality shit was really starting to annoy the fuck out of me.
“Um, hi!” Jada said, standing outside of the closet. “What you doin?”
I glanced over at her before grabbing my Gucci duffle from the top of the closet. “Stay at ma’s for a minute?—
“Seriously? All of this because I tried to get content ofmydaddy?” She cut in, sounding disgusted.
“Everything ain’t about you, J.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “What then? You barely been talking to me. Making me go across the bridge by myself. Now you telling me you about to stay over your momma house. Make it make sense. Cause?—
“The agency can’t send anybody out her. Genny been doin enough. She got other shit to do. So, I’m handling it.”
She turned her nose up. “You know you gon’ have to bathe her. You gon’ wash yo momma’s pussy?”
I shot her a look that said shut the fuck up, telling her to chill.
Her arched eyebrows raised. “I—I didn’t mean it… mean it like that, babe. I’m just sayin. Do you know what you’re getting yourself into? If you would have gone with an agency out here like me and Genny said, she would’ve been had an aide.”
“Watch yo fuckin’ mouth,” I said before biting down on my teeth, clenching my jaw. “I’m not fuckin’ with shit out here.”
I tossed a couple of essentials into the duffle bag, white tee’s… joggers and shit… turning my back on her. Genny andJada thought it would be best for me to go with an agency stationed in Wildermere. I wasn’t with it. Fuck would I do that for when there were perfectly fine agencies in Brickhaven? There was something about moms having a white aide that didn’t sit right with me. Having white doctors and shit at the hospital was one thing. Having them stationed, living in the crib was another. I wasn’t comfortable with it. If it meant dealing with some ghetto shit every now and then, to get what I needed, then so be it.
