care if he didn’t have enough money on his books to buy a bar of soap; she was done with him.
The way Isis saw it, because the other woman had the same ring, same tattoo, and his seed, he had probably left her double that amount of money. Let her take care of him; Isis was out. Now all she had to do was to convince herself that the $313,000 was enough severance pay for her broken heart.
After court, Bam tried to call her. He wondered why she wasn’t in the courtroom when the judge followed the jury’s recommendation and gave him life in prison. He tried calling her all day, but she never answered his calls.
She decided to take the advice that Dave had given her in the very last letter that he ever wrote:
“Live for yourself for a change. Let someone serve and wait on you. You deserve it.”
She could hear Dave’s voice in her head saying the words over and over.
“Thank you, Dave. I will,” Isis said out loud.
All she needed now was a change of scenery, somewhere she could go to clear her mind, to find herself, to discover what she really wanted.
She called Samantha to get some suggestions on where should she escape to.
“Child, there’s only one place,” Aunt Samantha said.
“Where?” Isis was curious.
“Vegas!”
“Vegas?” she questioned. Vegas didn’t seem like a place where she could find peace of mind.
“Yes, Vegas. There you could see and meet all kinds of people. The shopping is fabulous; the shows and entertainment are great. You loved it that one time I took you, back when you first came to stay with me, remember?”
“Yes, but I was hanging with a bunch of drama-filled drag queens.”
“Which you loved, and besides, the weather is hot just like you like it…. And what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
Isis let out a small chuckle, but her aunt knew her mind was somewhere else, so she called her on it. “Where is that little mind of yours roaming around to?”
“Nowhere,” Isis quickly answered.
“Oh, it’s somewhere, Ms. Thang. Spill it out. You know I know when you tell me lies.” The mother in her poured out in her tone.
Isis took a deep breath and then began to speak. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Pick a place, baby, and we’ll work through all those weeds.”
“Well, it’s my mother,” Isis blurted out.
Samantha was caught off guard but didn’t voice her surprise. “So it’s my sister that has you all flustered.”
“I thought I would never understand how she could just kill my dad, but now I know. I truly understand.” Tears welled in Isis’s eyes. “I feel bad because I’ve been hating her for what she did and never thought how she must feel; how she must’ve felt then.”
“Yes, your mother snapped because of her feelings. She loved your father so much.”
“I loved Bam too, and we were together for only two years. I can only imagine how she felt; she was with Dad for over sixteen years. They had a child and a promising life together.”
“They really did,” Samantha agreed.
“And then to discover all the lies—the side relationship and child. After all she went through, I turned my back on her too.”
Samantha sighed. “I think you need to go see her.”
“She must hate me.”
“She loves you!” Samantha smiled. “And you know every time she calls, she asks about you. I keep her informed about everything.”
Samantha had always known that one day the time would be right for daughter and mother to reconcile. This was definitely the right time. “Her visiting day is Saturday; we could go see her, and you could stay over here on Saturday night. Then I could take you to the airport Sunday morning.” Samantha had the plan all mapped out.
“We’ll see.” Isis didn’t give a definite answer, but she knew that she had to go.
Chapter 9
Love Is a Dirty Game
As Isis parked her seven-year-old Honda Accord outside the women’s correctional facility where her mother was being housed, she made a mental note that when she
The way Isis saw it, because the other woman had the same ring, same tattoo, and his seed, he had probably left her double that amount of money. Let her take care of him; Isis was out. Now all she had to do was to convince herself that the $313,000 was enough severance pay for her broken heart.
After court, Bam tried to call her. He wondered why she wasn’t in the courtroom when the judge followed the jury’s recommendation and gave him life in prison. He tried calling her all day, but she never answered his calls.
She decided to take the advice that Dave had given her in the very last letter that he ever wrote:
“Live for yourself for a change. Let someone serve and wait on you. You deserve it.”
She could hear Dave’s voice in her head saying the words over and over.
“Thank you, Dave. I will,” Isis said out loud.
All she needed now was a change of scenery, somewhere she could go to clear her mind, to find herself, to discover what she really wanted.
She called Samantha to get some suggestions on where should she escape to.
“Child, there’s only one place,” Aunt Samantha said.
“Where?” Isis was curious.
“Vegas!”
“Vegas?” she questioned. Vegas didn’t seem like a place where she could find peace of mind.
“Yes, Vegas. There you could see and meet all kinds of people. The shopping is fabulous; the shows and entertainment are great. You loved it that one time I took you, back when you first came to stay with me, remember?”
“Yes, but I was hanging with a bunch of drama-filled drag queens.”
“Which you loved, and besides, the weather is hot just like you like it…. And what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
Isis let out a small chuckle, but her aunt knew her mind was somewhere else, so she called her on it. “Where is that little mind of yours roaming around to?”
“Nowhere,” Isis quickly answered.
“Oh, it’s somewhere, Ms. Thang. Spill it out. You know I know when you tell me lies.” The mother in her poured out in her tone.
Isis took a deep breath and then began to speak. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Pick a place, baby, and we’ll work through all those weeds.”
“Well, it’s my mother,” Isis blurted out.
Samantha was caught off guard but didn’t voice her surprise. “So it’s my sister that has you all flustered.”
“I thought I would never understand how she could just kill my dad, but now I know. I truly understand.” Tears welled in Isis’s eyes. “I feel bad because I’ve been hating her for what she did and never thought how she must feel; how she must’ve felt then.”
“Yes, your mother snapped because of her feelings. She loved your father so much.”
“I loved Bam too, and we were together for only two years. I can only imagine how she felt; she was with Dad for over sixteen years. They had a child and a promising life together.”
“They really did,” Samantha agreed.
“And then to discover all the lies—the side relationship and child. After all she went through, I turned my back on her too.”
Samantha sighed. “I think you need to go see her.”
“She must hate me.”
“She loves you!” Samantha smiled. “And you know every time she calls, she asks about you. I keep her informed about everything.”
Samantha had always known that one day the time would be right for daughter and mother to reconcile. This was definitely the right time. “Her visiting day is Saturday; we could go see her, and you could stay over here on Saturday night. Then I could take you to the airport Sunday morning.” Samantha had the plan all mapped out.
“We’ll see.” Isis didn’t give a definite answer, but she knew that she had to go.
Chapter 9
Love Is a Dirty Game
As Isis parked her seven-year-old Honda Accord outside the women’s correctional facility where her mother was being housed, she made a mental note that when she
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