from me for all these years.
And I hated her and loved her for it all at once.
CHAPTER 17
I F I COULD have gone back home, I would have, but I couldnât hurt Keishaâs feelings. Not after ignoring her for a week. So instead, I went with her family, walking along the River Walk to the French Quarter. Street performers entertained the crowds, and saxophone players lifted up jazz melodies over the bend in the Mississippi River. Dwayne hovered nearby, letting me push Jerome in the stroller, and Ms. Evette asked if I was all right every five minutes.
By the time we got to Café Du Monde for our beignets I wouldâve given everything I owned to disappear. What if Loretta was right? Iâd already lost my music and lied to my mother. Maybe without my singing, I
would
become disturbed.
âHello? Earth to Tia.â Keisha pulled at my sleeve, handing me a tray for my beignets.
âHuh?â
I followed her and Dwayne to the outdoor table whereMs. Evette and Loretta sat laughing. A trumpet player set up his station outside and began to play. While everyone else ate, I closed my eyes and pictured the notes, dancing through the night sky.
âHey, Tia.â Keisha nudged me with her elbow and I had to fight my way up for air. She pointed across the street to Jackson Square. âLook. Itâs Kenny.â We hadnât seen him since before June Fest. âWant to go talk to him?â
Loretta and Ms. Evette glanced from me to Keisha.
âIs that your boyfriend?â Loretta asked. I could just imagine what she was thinking.
Twelve ye
ars old and already
sheâs wild.
âHeâs not her boyfriend . . . yet,â Keisha corrected. âCan we go say hi? Please?â
Ms. Evette frowned. âIâll walk over with you,â she said, but Loretta gave her the eye.
âTheyâre old enough to cross the street on their own, Ettie,â she scolded. âThey donât want you hanging around while they talk to a boy. Right, girls?â
Keisha grinned. âIsnât my aunt the best?â
I didnât answer. Ms. Evette looked over at Dwayne, but he just shook his head. âDonât look at me,â he said. âIf I had my way, these girls wouldnât talk to a boy until they turned thirty.â
Keisha rolled her eyes, then dragged me out of my chair. âLetâs go.â
We ran across the street, dodging the flower-covered horse-and-carriages lined up to carry tourists around the quarter. Then we wound our way through the displays of art for sale. When weâd nearly caught up to Kenny, Keisha hollered, waving like mad.
âKenny! Hey Kenny!â She laughed at my mortified stare. âSometimes you gotta do things quick,â she whispered, âlike pulling off a Band-Aid.â
Kennyâs family stopped a few paces ahead of us, and his mother glared, but Kenny jogged forward.
âHi,â he said, âw-what are you guys doing here?â
He was asking both of us, but looking right at me. Keisha nudged my shoulder so Iâd answer.
âGetting beignets,â I said, wondering how a factual statement could come out sounding so dumb.
âOh,â Kenny said. âIâm g-glad to see you.â
I shuffled awkwardly. âMe too.â
There was a moment of silence while Keisha pretended to study something in the distance.
âSo . . . how come you werenât at June Fest?â I asked at last. âYouâre not quitting choir, are you?â That sounded desperate, and I wished Iâd said something else.
Anything else.
Kenny smiled. âNo,â he said. âI was on v-v-vââ He got stuck on the sound and struggled to force it out.
âVacation?â Keisha supplied.
âYeah,â Kenny said.
âSo youâll be back?â
Kenny nodded. âOn Thursday.â He paused. âWhy? Did you m-miss me?â
I
had
missed him. It felt so good to see him
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