Sated in more ways than one, Inaya went home to take a long soothing bath and a nap. When she pulled up to the house, she saw her mother waiting for her out front. As usual, Uzuri was dressed in something provocative and too young for her age. Today she wore a poppy-colored wrap-style camisole shirt with a pair of tan denim shorts that were too tight and way too short on her voluptuous frame.
Her mother’s long dreadlocks had been recolored a bright auburn brown to hide the abundance of gray roots. Some of the locks were so chemically damaged that they were hanging on by a few threads.
What is she doing here? Inaya’s guard immediately went up as she got out of her car. All of her previous joy shriveled like an un-watered plant. If she knows where I live now, then she must also know…
“Why didn’t you tell me that you’d gotten married?” Uzuri demanded to know. “And to a white man of all people.” She looked her up and down with disdain. “Such a disappointment.”
Honor your parents. Honor your parents, Inaya rehearsed, reminding herself of one of the Ten Commandments – the one that promised long life for obeying it.
“It’s ironic that another white man snitched on you,” Uzuri continued when she didn’t answer. “I always knew Joe Powell was no good. He stalked me on every social media site where I had an account, then inboxed me and told me all your business.”
I guess his apology didn’t mean a thing after all. I guess a man scorned is worse than a woman, Inaya thought, maintaining her silence and her peace as she headed for the front door of the brick house. She was used to people betraying her. Plus, she wasn’t about to help her mother make a scene in front of their neighbors, some of which were already starting to peek out their windows.
“Answer me, girl!” Uzuri demanded, following her to the door.
“I will tell you everything you need to know once we get inside,” Inaya said through clenched teeth.
“You bet you will. And I got a few more things to tell you, too, about this particular white man or rather half-white man that you married,” Uzuri replied indignantly, pulling an old photo from her purse as she followed her inside.
© 2014 by Suprina Frazier