Merci
“No Mother dear, I do not know where your precious Grayce is.”
“Yes, I am still here but the answer is still the same: I don’t know where she is and you asking again won’t change that!” I say, raising my voice.
I hear the alarm chirp and just when I am about to repeat myself again I see Grayce standing in the living room mouthing for me not to tell Mom she’s here.
Laughing, I say, “Yes Mother, that was the alarm you heard.”
Rolling my eyes while wanting to hit my head against the wall, I go on, “If it was Grayce, don’t you think I would have told you? Hell, I wish it was so you can get off my phone.”
She yells that this conversation is useless.
“You’re right, but I do believe you called my phone, ma’am. You can hang up at any time.”
After she swears, she says to have a good day. “I will, and you have a great day as well,” I reply.
“Damn!” I yell, putting my phone on the counter as I finish fixing my coffee.
I look up to see Grayce trying to exit stage left.
“No you don’t, heifer! I’ve been on the phone with your mother for over thirty minutes and you think you’re going to just walk away?”
“Merci, I am not in the mood, ok?”
“And do you think I am in the mood to deal with the same question of where you are every time you don’t answer your freaking phone? You are a grown ass woman who is still afraid of her parents.”
“I am not afraid of them.”
“Then why not answer your phone? Or were you too busy getting your back tilted?”
“Don’t start. I was not out having sex. Unlike you, I am not a whore.”
“Are you sure about that, oh sister of mine? What is it the bible says? Um, something like, before you talk about the speck in my eye remove the one from yours.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your shirt, saved one, it’s on inside out!”
“Merci, I…”
“Girl bye, your walk of shame is waiting.”
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