it’s a blessing to even have grass,” she laughed. “What I’m trying to say is that we can do bad by ourselves, and better when we work together. But we can’t be blessed to do anything good as long as Gwen stays in the house. It’s time for her to move out.”
Anton looked a little disappointed, but he saw this coming a mile away. “Sis, the only reason why I like Ma being here is so I’ll know she’s alive and not out there dead somewhere in somebody’s crack house.”
“I know, Ant, but Gwen is not going to change. She’s bringing us down. I have to spend extra money buying food, because she comes in here and either eats up all the food when I’m gone, or takes it to her hungry ass friends. That room smells like a rat infested hell-hole. I know my room is not the cleanest in the house, but at least it don’t smell. I’m ashamed to have company over during the day, because I don’t want them to see how bad she looks. Plus, I don’t ever know what kind of mood she’s in and things could really get outta hand between us. She’s very unpredictable and I don’t sleep well at night, because I don’t know if she’ll let some of her roguish friends in here and they steal my shit. It may not be much, but I work hard to put decent things in here for us.”
Anton thought about him walking in on Gwen and Ed that morning and felt where his sister was coming from.
“I want a big screen TV to watch, but I’m afraid she’ll pawn it or sell it for a twenty dollar hit. Remember when I bought you them Jordon’s a few weeks ago and they went missing?” Scarlett asked.
Anton shook his head. “Yeah, I heard she sold them to some dude who lives in Stonebridge for fifteen dollars and a twenty dollar hit.”
“Stonebridge Apartments?” she questioned.
“Yep, the drug capital of the world,” Anton answered.
“Damn, I figured she sold them, but she really just gave them away. You know it’s bad if she’s making her way all the way across town to get drugs.” Scarlett was pissed. “I paid one-hundred and twenty dollars for them shoes.”
“Yeah, I know. I just didn’t want to tell you when I heard about it, because I knew Ma was going to get it.”
“That’s why she got to go. I can’t deal with her anymore. She doesn’t like me anyway and never has. I only put up with her because of you, but it’s over now and I’m glad you understand.”
Anton was quiet for a moment. He looked over at Scarlett with sincerity. “I know I’m hoping for a miracle, but if she goes to rehab and gets clean can she come back?” Scarlett felt bad for him.
“If she goes to rehab and gets clean I’ll let her come back, but only long enough for her to find her own place.” In her mind, she knew that would never happen.
“Well, that’s better than nothing,” he said, but deep down inside he knew that would never happen either.
As they sat there, Gwen walked in the house.
“Speaking of the devil,” Anton muttered. Scarlett turned and looked at her. She looked and smelled a mess.
“Can I see your house key, Gwen?” Scarlett asked. She knew there was no easy way to put Gwen out. Gwen was so high that she handed over the key without realizing she was being put out.
“I need for you to get the little bit of things you have and get out,” Scarlett demanded.
Gwen looked in her face. She almost didn’t recognize her. “Whatever Scarred. I’m going to lie down.”
“No, you’re going to get your things and leave my house.” She looked over at Anton. “Please go pack Gwen’s things and bring them to her.” Anton hated to be in the middle of putting their mother out, but he wasn’t about to be put out along with Gwen, so he got up and headed into her room to pack her things.
Gwen looked dumbfounded. “So, you got your new wig on and your car back and you think you’re the hot shit, huh? Well, I’m here to tell you that you ain’t doing shit!” Her words slurred and her breath reeked of
Anton looked a little disappointed, but he saw this coming a mile away. “Sis, the only reason why I like Ma being here is so I’ll know she’s alive and not out there dead somewhere in somebody’s crack house.”
“I know, Ant, but Gwen is not going to change. She’s bringing us down. I have to spend extra money buying food, because she comes in here and either eats up all the food when I’m gone, or takes it to her hungry ass friends. That room smells like a rat infested hell-hole. I know my room is not the cleanest in the house, but at least it don’t smell. I’m ashamed to have company over during the day, because I don’t want them to see how bad she looks. Plus, I don’t ever know what kind of mood she’s in and things could really get outta hand between us. She’s very unpredictable and I don’t sleep well at night, because I don’t know if she’ll let some of her roguish friends in here and they steal my shit. It may not be much, but I work hard to put decent things in here for us.”
Anton thought about him walking in on Gwen and Ed that morning and felt where his sister was coming from.
“I want a big screen TV to watch, but I’m afraid she’ll pawn it or sell it for a twenty dollar hit. Remember when I bought you them Jordon’s a few weeks ago and they went missing?” Scarlett asked.
Anton shook his head. “Yeah, I heard she sold them to some dude who lives in Stonebridge for fifteen dollars and a twenty dollar hit.”
“Stonebridge Apartments?” she questioned.
“Yep, the drug capital of the world,” Anton answered.
“Damn, I figured she sold them, but she really just gave them away. You know it’s bad if she’s making her way all the way across town to get drugs.” Scarlett was pissed. “I paid one-hundred and twenty dollars for them shoes.”
“Yeah, I know. I just didn’t want to tell you when I heard about it, because I knew Ma was going to get it.”
“That’s why she got to go. I can’t deal with her anymore. She doesn’t like me anyway and never has. I only put up with her because of you, but it’s over now and I’m glad you understand.”
Anton was quiet for a moment. He looked over at Scarlett with sincerity. “I know I’m hoping for a miracle, but if she goes to rehab and gets clean can she come back?” Scarlett felt bad for him.
“If she goes to rehab and gets clean I’ll let her come back, but only long enough for her to find her own place.” In her mind, she knew that would never happen.
“Well, that’s better than nothing,” he said, but deep down inside he knew that would never happen either.
As they sat there, Gwen walked in the house.
“Speaking of the devil,” Anton muttered. Scarlett turned and looked at her. She looked and smelled a mess.
“Can I see your house key, Gwen?” Scarlett asked. She knew there was no easy way to put Gwen out. Gwen was so high that she handed over the key without realizing she was being put out.
“I need for you to get the little bit of things you have and get out,” Scarlett demanded.
Gwen looked in her face. She almost didn’t recognize her. “Whatever Scarred. I’m going to lie down.”
“No, you’re going to get your things and leave my house.” She looked over at Anton. “Please go pack Gwen’s things and bring them to her.” Anton hated to be in the middle of putting their mother out, but he wasn’t about to be put out along with Gwen, so he got up and headed into her room to pack her things.
Gwen looked dumbfounded. “So, you got your new wig on and your car back and you think you’re the hot shit, huh? Well, I’m here to tell you that you ain’t doing shit!” Her words slurred and her breath reeked of
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