eat. I saw that I had two missed calls from Simeon. I hadn’t heard from him in a week, but I would make it my business to return his call.
I got down to the kitchen and Dorian was already there, sitting at the table. My grandmother was at the sink, washing the last few dishes that were left. When I looked at the spread of food on the table, all I could do was smile.
“Now this is Sunday breakfast,” I said.
There was grits, scrambled eggs, bacon, fried whiting, fried shrimp, croissants, pancakes and a few more tasty dishes. I gave my grandmother a kiss on the cheek and playfully slapped the back of Dorian’s neck.
“Stop playin’ Cherish…”
“Shut up boy,” I laughed.
“Y’all better stop playin’ and get to eatin’. That food gon’ get cold,” my grandmother said.
“That’s why we got the microwave, grandma,” Dorian replied.
“You better leave that micro-wave alone… you gon’ turn into a goddamn micro-wave.”
We laughed and I made Dorian and me a plate of food. My grandmother left us and went upstairs. After I ate, the sluggishness kicked in full time. Dorian said he was going out and I gave him my usual speech about being safe and not getting into trouble. He told me the same thing he told me every time.
“Alright, okay sis, I’m good.”
I took his word for it and went upstairs to get a nap in before I went to church.
An hour and a half later my phone rang. I thought I was dreaming, but it kept getting louder and louder. The only way I could get it to stop was if I answered it.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Miss Parker, this is Cindy with Allbate Insurance Company. How are you doing today?”
I sat up in the bed. “I’m alright, Cindy,”
“Well, I’m calling because we tried to process a payment, but we’re getting a decline on the account.”
“Decline?”
“Yes, I’ve tried to process it several times before calling you, but there’s nothing we can do. Maybe you need to call your bank and see what’s going on,” she told me.
I was just waking up, so I wasn’t too comprehensive. I looked at my phone to see exactly who I was talking to. It was my insurance agency, but what the hell was she talking about.
“Hello, Miss Parker?”
“Yes, I’m still here. I’m just trying to figure out why the payment is being declined.”
“Well, as I’ve said, I think you should call your back and check in with them.”
“Okay, thank you, Cindy.”
I ended the call, jumped out of bed and snatched my laptop off the dresser. I logged into my online bank account and a message appeared on the screen. The message was giving me a number to call in order to find out what was wrong with my account. There was nothing I could do to get pass the pop-up message.
What the fuck is going on? I thought to myself. I dialed my bank’s customer service number and waited for someone to answer. When the operator answered, I gave her all my information and she put me on hold. When she returned, she began telling me that my account was frozen, but she couldn’t tell me why. She gave me another number to call so I could speak with someone who would be able to help me.
“Frozen!”
“I’m sorry for the inconvenience Miss Parker, but that’s all the information I can give you,” she said.
I was so pissed off, I hung up on her. This shit was not happening. I grabbed my phone and tried to log into my account and got the same message as I did on the laptop, so I called the number.
The operator I spoke with told me that the only way my bank account would have a freeze on it is because someone has filed a case for an unpaid debt.
“Unpaid debt? I don’t owe anybody. There must be a mistake,” I said.
“Sorry, Miss Parker, but I’m only giving you the information I have in front of me.”
I was trying to stay calm, but my anger was slowly building.
“So, what do I need to do?”
“You can either deal directly with the person who filed the case, or you can file an order to show cause
I got down to the kitchen and Dorian was already there, sitting at the table. My grandmother was at the sink, washing the last few dishes that were left. When I looked at the spread of food on the table, all I could do was smile.
“Now this is Sunday breakfast,” I said.
There was grits, scrambled eggs, bacon, fried whiting, fried shrimp, croissants, pancakes and a few more tasty dishes. I gave my grandmother a kiss on the cheek and playfully slapped the back of Dorian’s neck.
“Stop playin’ Cherish…”
“Shut up boy,” I laughed.
“Y’all better stop playin’ and get to eatin’. That food gon’ get cold,” my grandmother said.
“That’s why we got the microwave, grandma,” Dorian replied.
“You better leave that micro-wave alone… you gon’ turn into a goddamn micro-wave.”
We laughed and I made Dorian and me a plate of food. My grandmother left us and went upstairs. After I ate, the sluggishness kicked in full time. Dorian said he was going out and I gave him my usual speech about being safe and not getting into trouble. He told me the same thing he told me every time.
“Alright, okay sis, I’m good.”
I took his word for it and went upstairs to get a nap in before I went to church.
An hour and a half later my phone rang. I thought I was dreaming, but it kept getting louder and louder. The only way I could get it to stop was if I answered it.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Miss Parker, this is Cindy with Allbate Insurance Company. How are you doing today?”
I sat up in the bed. “I’m alright, Cindy,”
“Well, I’m calling because we tried to process a payment, but we’re getting a decline on the account.”
“Decline?”
“Yes, I’ve tried to process it several times before calling you, but there’s nothing we can do. Maybe you need to call your bank and see what’s going on,” she told me.
I was just waking up, so I wasn’t too comprehensive. I looked at my phone to see exactly who I was talking to. It was my insurance agency, but what the hell was she talking about.
“Hello, Miss Parker?”
“Yes, I’m still here. I’m just trying to figure out why the payment is being declined.”
“Well, as I’ve said, I think you should call your back and check in with them.”
“Okay, thank you, Cindy.”
I ended the call, jumped out of bed and snatched my laptop off the dresser. I logged into my online bank account and a message appeared on the screen. The message was giving me a number to call in order to find out what was wrong with my account. There was nothing I could do to get pass the pop-up message.
What the fuck is going on? I thought to myself. I dialed my bank’s customer service number and waited for someone to answer. When the operator answered, I gave her all my information and she put me on hold. When she returned, she began telling me that my account was frozen, but she couldn’t tell me why. She gave me another number to call so I could speak with someone who would be able to help me.
“Frozen!”
“I’m sorry for the inconvenience Miss Parker, but that’s all the information I can give you,” she said.
I was so pissed off, I hung up on her. This shit was not happening. I grabbed my phone and tried to log into my account and got the same message as I did on the laptop, so I called the number.
The operator I spoke with told me that the only way my bank account would have a freeze on it is because someone has filed a case for an unpaid debt.
“Unpaid debt? I don’t owe anybody. There must be a mistake,” I said.
“Sorry, Miss Parker, but I’m only giving you the information I have in front of me.”
I was trying to stay calm, but my anger was slowly building.
“So, what do I need to do?”
“You can either deal directly with the person who filed the case, or you can file an order to show cause
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