Too Salty: Ain't a Damn Thang Changed (Part 6) by Aleta Williams Page B

that?”
    “Because you act like you ain’t in your right mind.”
    “Why, because I love you and I am waiting on you to come home to us?”
    “Colisa, let me explain something to you.” Ken took a deep breath. He licked his lips and continued, “I don’t like you and you are not my girl. You will never be my girl. I love Jazz , she is going to be my wife. When I get out of here, I am going to get her and we ain’t looking back. I. Love. Jazz.”
    Colisa ’s eyes bulged out of her head. She jumped up from her seat. “How dare you throw that young, stupid, ghetto bitch name in my face. She is a ho, she fucked your friends. Yay told me how her mother slept with men for money. She is using you. She only wants your money. I love you. I fucking love you!” People in the visiting area stared at her like she was crazy. She’d even got the attention of the CO that was monitoring the row she was on.
    Ken wanted to jump up, throw the phone, and strangle the crazy bitch, but he knew that was impossible, so he put the phone down and turned his back on her.
    “Ken , Ken!” Colisa screamed as she took the phone and banged on the bulletproof glass.
    By then, the CO had made his way to where she was. She tapped Colisa on the shoulder and she turned around a little too quick. The CO thought her life was in danger, and her reaction was to grab Colisa and toss her on the ground. Another inmate told Ken what was going on. When he turned around, Colisa was on the floor and the CO was on top of her with her knee in her back. Two more COs rushed over, and Colisa was going wild. She screamed all kinds of profanity while trying to break away from the cops’ grip. Finally, after several minutes, Colisa was hogged tied and carried out. Ken shook his head. That incident right there, he knew Colisa could be a problem. He was going to have to nip it in the bud and quick. He wasn’t losing Jazz again for anybody.
 
~ Jazz ~
    "Baby , you're going home today," the elder, African American nurse said to Jazz. She looked like big momma from Soul Food and even had a heart just like her. That was why Jazz allowed her in her space.
    "That's not my home." Jazz wiped the tears from her eyes. Nurse James gave Jazz a warm smile.
    "God will make it right. You're going to get your heart’s desire," she assured her patient. She thought Jazz was a beautiful young lady who had gone through a lot; being shot, pregnant, and having a grandmother like Mrs. Lewis. She knew that Jazz was only steps away from her blessing. She just hoped that she didn’t give up before it came.
    "All I want is my mother and my child's father. I miss them both." Mrs. James slid on Jazz ’s socks.
    "Your mother is your angel. She's here and you don't even know it. Your child's father , I'll be praying with you that God gives him another chance." She walked over to the side of the bed. "I have a gift for you."
    "Thanks," was Jazz ’s reply. She appreciated the kind gesture, but you couldn’t give her the ones that was dear to her heart, then she didn’t want anyone at all. "I was wondering if you can place a call for me, Nurse James.”
    "I can't , baby. I can't." She helped Jazz out of the bed into her wheelchair.
    "I had a dream you were walking down the aisle, hand and hand, with the man you love and your baby…" Nurse James began to tell Jazz her dream, but was cut off.
    "Is it your job to lie?" Jazz and Mrs. James look ed up at Mrs. Lewis. She was dressed up in a long dress and red trench coat. She even had on costume jewelry and lipstick. "What y'all stating at me for?" She frowned her nose. "Let's get this show on the road. I have things to do and places to be." Mrs. Lewis rolled her eyes and grabbed some of Jazz thing.
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    Hummi ng her favorite gospel tune, Nurse James rolled Jazz out of the hospital. Mrs. Lewis had Jazz’s things and walked in front of them. Nurse James wondered where was it that she was trying to get to in such a hurry. She needs to be