was still new to him and he was constantly following whoever let him.
âMargaret, whatâd I tell you about messing with your hair?â
Margaret started to speak but her father caught her eye and winked.
âI was just telling her to look after you two while Iâm gone,â he said.
âAnd whoâs going to look after Margaret?â her mother teased.
âJay!â Liâl Jay shouted, throwing his bottle across the floor.
They laughed.
âDaddy, will you be home for the block party?â
Her father scooped her up the way he had done when she was young and swung her toward the ceiling.
Margaret laughed and punched his shoulders.
âBlock party! Hah!â He sat her down gently and hugged her. âWeâre going to have a Tory family reunion!â
âYay!â Liâl Jay said, spinning in a circle and hurling himself onto the floor. He giggled and sat up.
She watched from the window as her mother helped her father into a cab, then climbed in beside him. The car crawled slowly down the empty street, signaled once, then turned the corner.
âDaddy ...â she said, realizing he hadnât answered her question. âGood-bye, Daddy.â Margaret hated the way the words sounded in the now quiet apartment.
âLiâl Jay!â she yelled.
âJay,â he repeated, toddling into the living room with a pan in his hand. The feet of his baggy pajamas dragged behind him.
âWhen Maizon gets here, youâre going to bed,â Margaret warned. âNo crying, either.â
âMaizon!â Jay repeated, banging the pot against the hardwood floor.
âBed,â Margaret said, turning back to the window and pressing her hands to her ears. A hot breeze blew in over his noise.
âMan, itâs hot tonight!â She pulled her shirt away from her chest and blew down onto her skin. Where was Maizon, anyway? âLiâl Jay, stop that noise!â
The room fell silent. Margaret turned to Liâl Jay. His bottom lip quivered.
âOh, Jay,â she said, lifting him into her arms. âIâm sorry.â She carried him over to the window. The pot clattered to the floor.
They sat on the radiator and stared out past the brownstones at the bridge. Past the lights, Manhattan loomed up dark and shadowy in the distance. The train rumbled by slowly and Liâl Jay began to whine.
âSounds like itâs in pain, doesnât it?â Margaret whispered. Liâl Jay pressed his head against her shoulder. âProbably creeping across that bridge for the millionth time.â
âTwain,â Liâl Jay said, drifting off to sleep.
Margaret stared out into the growing night for a long time.
âYou look like Mary and Baby Jesus,â Maizon yelled up. Liâl Jay started but didnât wake up.
âItâs about time!â Margaret yelled back. In the near-darkness she could only make out Maizonâs Afro and dark dress. She carried Liâl Jay to his crib, then ran to hide her diary.
âWhatâd you do to your hair? Itâs scary,â Maizon said when Margaret opened the door.
âMe?! Your grandmotherâs going to skin you alive when she finds out you left the house looking like that,â Margaret said. âAnd with her makeup and earrings too? Maizon, I know youâve lost your mind!â
Maizon smiled and sauntered past her. She wore a red and black dress with a black and a red pocket on either side and a red tie at the collar. Her messy Afro looked strange against the two red circles she had blushed onto her cheeks. Huge gold-hoop earrings dragged down her ear-lobes and her black eyeliner was crooked.
She turned to give Margaret a better look and smiled, showing off.
âMargaret ... Margaret ... Margaret ...â Maizon said, dragging out the name in a phony, grown-up tone. âAre you so corny that you donât know this is what everybodyâs wearing in the
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