was nuthin, Bug. Compare to what dey do to me, if I be sent back to Jamaica?
Nuthin.
”
Yevette smiled at me. The tears flowed from the corners of her eyes and around the curve of her cheek. I started to wipe her tears away and then I started crying as well, so Yevette had to wipe my tears too. It was funny, because we could not stop crying. Yevette started laughing, and then I was laughing too, and the more we laughed the more we could not stop crying, until we made so much noise that the sari girl hissed at us to shush so we would not disturb the woman with no name, who was making crazy talk to herself in some language.
“Oh, look at de state of us, Bug. What we gonna do wid our-selves?”
“I do not know. You really think you were released because of what you did with the Home Office man?”
“Me
know
it, Bug. De man even tole me de date.”
“But he didn’t give you your papers?”
“Uh-uh. No papers. Him say dere a limit to his powah, yu see what I’m sayin? He be tickin one little box on de computer to tell dem officers to let us free, him can jus say,
Me hand slipped.
But approvin de asylum application? Dat’s a diffren story.”
“So you’re illegal now?”
Yevette nodded.
“Yu an me both, Bug. Yu an me an dem other two also. All four of us gettin let out cos of what I done fo de Home Office man.”
“Why all four of us, Yevette?”
“Him say it look suspicious on im, if it just be me gettin let go.”
“How did he choose the rest of us?”
Yevette shrugged.
“Close is eyes and stick a pin in de list, I dunno.”
I shook my head and looked down.
“What?” said Yevette. “Yu no like it, Bug? Yu girls should uh-
preshie
-ate what I done fo yu.”
“But we can’t do anything without papers, Yevette. Don’t you see? If we had stayed, if we had gone through the proper procedure, maybe they would have released us with papers.”
“Uh-uh, Bug, uh-uh. It don’t work like dat. Not for pipple from Jamaica, an not for pipple from Nye-
Jirrya
neither. Get dis into yore head, darlin: dere is only one place where de proper procedure ends, an dat is de-por-tay-SHUN.”
She tapped the syllables out on my forehead with the palm of her hand, and then she smiled at me.
“If dey deport us, we gonna be killed when we get back home. Right? Dis way at leas we got a chance, darlin, yu better believe it.”
“But we can’t work if we are illegal, Yevette. We can’t earn money. We can’t live.”
Yevette shrugged.
“Yu can’t live if yu dead, neither. Yu probly too smart to get dat.”
I sighed and I shook my head. Yevette grinned.
“Dat’s what I like to see,” she said. “A young ting like yu being rill-
istic.
Now, lissen. Yu tink dese English people yu know could help us?”
I looked down at the driver’s license.
“I do not know.”
“But yu don’t know no one else, huh?”
“No.”
“An what we gonna do when we get dere, if I come wid yu?”
“I don’t know. Maybe we could find work, somewhere where they do not ask us for papers.”
“Easy fo yu. Yu smart, yu talk nice. Plenty work fo a girl like yu.”
“You talk nice too, Yevette.”
“Me talk like a ooman who
swallowed
a ooman who talk nice. Me
dumb,
yu nuh see it?”
“You are not dumb, Yevette. All of us who have got this far, all of us who have survived—how can we be dumb? Dumb could not come this far, I am telling you.”
Yevette leaned in toward me and whispered.
“Are you
sirius
? Yu no see de way Sari Girl start gigglin at dat taxi back dere?”
“Okay. Maybe Sari Girl is not very clever. But she is prettier than all of us.”
Yevette made her eyes big and snatched her see-though bag closer to her body.
“Dat hurts, Bug. How dare yu say she de prettiest? Me was gonna share me pineapple slice wid yu, but now yu on ya
own,
darlin.”
I giggled, and Yevette smiled and rubbed the top of my head.
Then we turned around very fast because there was a scream from the girl with no name. She was
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