for something this serious.â
âWho says it didnât take? Trish ainât feeling me like she was, no matter what she says and, well, Sandyâs just crazy so you canât count her. You have to be patient, baby. Havenât you learned that by now?â
âNo, I guess I havenât. Well, there is a chocolate brownie recipe thatâs supposed to help sway the law in your favor.â I remember seeing it in the spirit book when I was looking for something else. âI just remember it having a lot of brown sugar in it and I know how you hate sweets.â
âIf you make it Iâll love it. And you know brown sugarâs my favorite,â he says, turning me around and pulling me in close to him, kissing my lips like only he can.
âIâll see what I can do,â I say, giving in to his request. Maybe Mama would be willing to help me with this one.
By the time we get to Nettaâs Never Nappy Beauty Shop, her usual Saturday clients are already in the washbowl having their heads washed. Mamaâs also in the back working on their hair products. When she has a lot to do for the shop, sheâd rather make it all here than have to lug the products from our house. Sheâll be in and out without Nettaâs other clients seeing her, and thatâs just how Mama likes it. Christmas and Kwanza wipe our supply of products out every year, and Mama and Netta make a killing on their gift baskets, but I never know exactly how much Mama makes. She keeps her money to herself and I donât blame her.
âJayd, the sweetest thing in the world is a baby,â Mama says while I mix together my concoction. I need a new braid spray and this should do the trick. Iâm working on the rest of my hair products too, paying special attention to the needs of clients with cornrows. âEspecially if you donât have to deliver it.â
âNow ainât that the truth,â Netta says, walking in on our conversation. All of her clients are now under the blow-dryers for the next fifteen minutes or so, depending on their style, leaving her free to chat with us. âI loved each of your Mamaâs babies when they were babies. Thatâs when they can do no wrong. But they do grow up, Jayd. And until then, they come with grown-ups of their own when theyâre as little this little bottle of sunshine,â Netta says, passing my new phone to Mama and displaying the picture of Rahima and me.
âNetta, what are you doing going through my stuff?â I reach for the phone but when Mama looks at me like Iâve lost my mind, I step back and let them eye my present from Rah.
âWell isnât this nice,â Mama says, inspecting my new cell like a DEA agent. âAnd the picture is so sweet.â
âIsnât it?â Netta takes control of stirring our new hair concoction for the time being. âThey make a nice little family, donât they? Too bad you and Rah are too young to get married.â Not in some states, but Iâm not stupid enough to say it out loud and I pray my motherâs not listening.
âThis baby is surrounded by a bunch of teenage foolsâno offense,â Mama says, looking into my eyes. âJayd, what did you dream about last night?â Damn, now she can read me when I have dreams too? I think her lock on me has gotten stronger since our shared vision on Christmas Eve. I guess thereâs no sense in lying to her.
âI dreamt I lost Rahima to Sandy, and Rah hated me. But I think it was because of something his mom said to me last night.â
âWhat did she say?â Mama asks.
âShe said that sweet girls never win.â
âOh, thatâs not true. It may seem like that initially but truth be told, itâs the sweet girls that win in the end. Bitches wear their asses and everyone elseâs out eventually.â Nettaâs a trip. She walks to the door and peeks out her head to check on her
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