footsteps. I knew she heard me approach, but she didnât do anything to acknowledge my presence.
I coughed.
Nothing.
I waited a few seconds for her to say something, but she just sat there, her needle going through the fabricâin and out, in and out. No response. Nothing had changed. Why after all this time had I expected anything different? Anger moved my feet and I turned on my heel to leave the room.
âWait,â she said, her cool voice laced with authority.
âSit.â
I walked over to her and sat down on the chair across from her. She continued her embroidery, her needle going in and out of the fabric systematically, revealing beautiful pink and red roses. She stopped, placed the embroidery in a basket near the sofa, and looked up at me.
âIâm glad youâre here.â
I didnât say anything.
âReneeâs happy, too. She canât stop talking about it.â
âIt seems like it. Did she leave?â
âShe went to pick up a few things from the store. Things to make your stay here more comfortable.â
âThatâs nice of her.â
âWe both want you to feel comfortable. I know things have been hardââ
I waved my hand. âI can handle things being difficult, Beverly. Itâs how you raised me, remember?â
The mention of her name made her wince. I stared at her and dared her to object to it. She simply sighed and picked up her embroidery hoop again.
âSome things never change, do they?â
âI guess not.â
âSo, how long do you think youâll be in Houston?â
âI donât know.â
âWell, how long do you think youâll be here? Staying with us?â
âNot long. I want to find a job as quickly as I can.â
âThatâs good. You want to keep busy. Now about your hairââ
I ran my hand over it.
âIâve made you an appointment tomorrow afternoon with my hairstylist, Henry. Heâs very good and heâll get your hair under control and ready for Houstonâs humidity again. Youâll need a relaxer, of course, and maybe with a few deep conditioners we can get that hair of yours to grow.â She started to laugh. âDo you remember when you got your first relaxer?â
âHow could I forget, Beverly?â
She took me to get a relaxer a day after I got the perm, not telling the stylist what previous chemicals I had on my hair. I left the salon bald as a newborn baby, with red chemical burns all over my scalp that crusted over into unsightly scars over the next week. It took several months for my hair to grow back, and another year before I would even try another relaxer. Walking around with my head looking like Freddy Krueger made the teasing unbearable, and it was then that I met Norma Gomez, the new girl at our school.
âYou got burned or something?â she asked, sitting down next to me at lunch.
âSomething like that.â
She stared at my head for a few minutes and then started talking about her old school.
âMy parents thought private school would be better.â
âLook at them, the Wetback and Freddy Krueger! Hey, Mexican, why donât you swim back to the border and get me some tacos! Iâm hungry!â Normaâs face turned red, while I continued eating.
âLeave her alone, Michael,â I said.
âItâs okay,â Norma said, grabbing my arm.
âItâs not okay.â I turned back to Michael. âYou better leave us alone.â
âWhat you going to do about it, Tar Baby?â
I donât remember hitting him. I donât remember the crunch of broken bone that his nose made when I hit it with my fist. I just remember being pulled off him and getting suspended for a week. The teasing continued, but it was different after that day. From then on, I said something back just as cruel.
Beverlyâs laughter jolted me from the memory. She kept laughing to the point
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