city? Everybody! Iâm retro.â She twirled again and pulled out a magazine she had tucked underneath her dress.
âLook!â she said, opening to a page and pointing to a picture of a black woman modeling an outfit identical to her own. âThis is where I saw the dress first. My grandmother made this one exactly like it, and now Iâm the first girl in Brooklyn to have it! You want me to ask her to make you one?â
âNah, I donât really like it.â Margaret stared longingly at the black sleeves gathered around Maizonâs wrists.
âYou just donât like it âcause I got it first!â Maizon declared. She went over to the refrigerator and looked into the fruit bin. âI hate pears,â she said, sucking her teeth and reaching for one.
âI donât like red and black togetherâespecially in the summer when itâs so hot outside,â Margaret said.
Maizon looked the pear over carefully. âThis pear is all bruised up,â she said, taking a bite. âYou should tell your mother to buy her pears at Ocasioâs. They have the freshest ones. Jefferson Avenue Market has good apples, but their pears arenât so great.â
âMy mother doesnât have time to shop, between working and worrying about my father and everything. Not everyone can sit around like your grandma and make dresses!â
Maizon took another bite and frowned. Margaret turned away from her and flipped angrily through the magazine.
âWell then, ask your mother to give us money and weâll do the shopping,â Maizon suggested.
âI donât like to ask her a lot of things because it seems like sheâs always crying. That makes me cry. And Liâl Jayâs always crying!â Margaret yelled.
Maizon sucked her teeth again. âGod, sorry I asked!â She stared at her pear. âIsnât your daddy getting any better?â
âTheyâve gone to the hospital for tests. Heâs going to have to stay there. He looks skinnier too.â Margaret sat down and put her elbows on the table. Didnât Maizon understand anything?
âYou gonna go visit him?â
âThey said maybe I shouldnât go anymore because I get too upset. I always start crying. I hate the way those white sheets swallow him up. It scares me.â
âYou want me to go to the hospital with you?â
Margaret nodded. âI do, but only family can visit him. If you could go, maybe I wouldnât start crying.â
âI wish the stupid hospital people didnât know your family. Then I could make believe I was your sister or something.â
Margaret got up again, took a pear from the refrigerator, and began cutting away the peel.
âHey! Thatâs the best part!â Maizon said, grabbing the peel. She tossed her core into the garbage can.
âI hate that part.â Margaret pushed the small green pile across the counter to her, glad Maizon wasnât mad at her for yelling.
âWhereâs Junior?â Maizon asked with her mouth full.
âOne of these days my motherâs gonna hear you call him that and kick you out of the house.â
âI know, but Liâl Jay sounds dumb. No one calls your dad âBig jay.ââ
âYeah, I know.â She handed the rest of her peel to Maizon. âLiâl Jayâs asleep.â
âCan you go outside?â
âOnly if Ms. Dell and Hattie are there. Did you see them when you were coming upstairs?â
âNo, but theyâre probably just waiting until it gets a little cooler out. Anyway, itâs only eight-thirty.â
âMaizon, can you show me how to do that dance where we turn and go down andââ
âThat dance?!â Maizon screeched. âWhere have you been, Margaret? Under a rock? That dance has been dead for ages!â
âOh, you ainât so smart, Maizon Singh!â she shouted. âYou think you know
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