Summer Story

[Nunya]

School would soon be out. Michelle was excited about the summer – as excited as her present state would allow her to be. She wanted desperately to be away from those annoying disinterested teachers, the aloof snobby principal and his staff, her silly mindless friends. But more than all else, she wanted to be away from Mr. Simmons, from Earl.

The bus lurched to a stop and she hastily bid farewell to her friends, who screamed out affectionate obscenities without regard to the flinching seniors who occupied the seats about them. She waved back, all the time her mind echoing “9 days. Only 9 days to go.”

She turned into her driveway and sighed. God she hoped her mother was in a good mood today. Her stomach was already upset. The last thing she needed was to deal with her mother’s *****ing.


Michelle

[Bandana]

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[Nunya]

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“Michelle? Is that you?”

“Yeah,” Michelle answered her relief already heartfelt. Her mother was not in one of her moods – her light airy tone was already confirmation.

“Come een here fi a minute,” her mother called out. Michelle dropped her backpack by the hallway closet and took the few steps to the living room. There she found her mother sitting on the couch, surrounded by reams of papers.

“Sup Mom?” Michelle asked, her curiosity drawing her closer.

“Siddung, siddung,” Mrs. Williams absentmindedly patted the seat next to her. “Come look pon dis.”

Michelle sat and leant forward, her head cocked as she tried to discern what it was that had her mother so enthralled. There were papers with her mother’s name, legal documents it seemed like. There were signatures and stamps - official ones. They said something about size and allotments. Land.

“What’s all this Mom?”

“Chile,” Mrs. Williams’ hand grasped her daughter’s arm, her fingers pressed in. “We have land. Land! Memba mi tell yuh bout Aunt Mary?”

“Huh?”

“Yuh nuh memba mi used to tell yuh bout Aunt Mary? How mi did live wid har likkle bit? How a she really raise me afta Mama died? Aldoa yuh woulda neva know it fi hear de one Myrtle talk… Wha? Yuh mean all de time mi a talk bout whe mi come fram so dat yuh can have a idea bout whe you come fram, yuh nayin dah pay mi no mind?”

“Of course I remember Aunt Mary,” Michelle lied. Her mother was about to go off on a tangent, her good mood would be lost. A lie would avert that.

Mrs. Williams peered at her daughter over the tops her spectacles. “Hm,” she grunted, unwilling to let go of her disapproval, but finding the excitement of her news to hard to suppress. “Well I hope yuh memba. I hope yuh didda lissen good, caw yuh going to Jamaica.”

“What?” Michelle jumped up, scattering papers and almost knocking her mother back on the couch. “When? Where are we going to stay? Who are we going to stay with? Why? Is it the land? Mom!”

“Calm yuhself,” Mrs. Williams was again indulgent. “Mi not going wid yuh. Yuh know say mi cyaa go wid yuh. All de blood work an treatment whe mi a get mi cyaa interrup dem fi a quite a while. Das why yuh affi go. Mi a trus yuh. Mi know say yuh is a sensible girl. Mi know say mi can trus yuh.”

Michelle’s heart lurched. She glanced down at the papers guiltily and bent quickly to gather them up. She used the few precious seconds to gather her thoughts, while her mother prattled on.

[diabolical_Tanya]

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[Nunya]

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[Nunya]

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“Yes mi dear, Aunt Mary. Mi dear dear Aunt Mary. Lawd. Mi know say mi shouldan write more eno. Mi shouldan stay in touch more. Oh dear Faada in heaven. Yuh know mi heart. Yuh know say mi neva mean nutn by it. Yuh know say de sickness jus tek mi so. Mi couldan hardly fend fi miself. Yuh know say mi do mi bes fi kip mi heart pure.”

“Mom,” Michelle nudged.

“Eh? Well, yes. Aunt Mary died an mi dis get alla dis eena de mail. Dem a no de proper paypas, yuh undastan – mi supposed to go dung deh go sign an what not. But dem ya a wha? Wha dem call ie? Photofacksmily? Eh eh. So de real ting dem look jus like dis. All day mi whenna read dem. So mi read dem go, mi read dem come. An doah dem have nuff lawya wod, mi knoa say it a tell mi say she lef mi lan. One nice parcel to. Lawks chile. Who woulda did know? Mi say? Mi excited so til! An mi a try mi bes nuffi mek it ovatek mi eno, cawse mi no waa de sickness flair up.”

“Mom, lemme see,” Michelle took sheets and read while her mother waxed nostalgic. “Mi did know say Aunt Mary rich eno. Mi did know. But she was not de kinda ooman fi talk bout dem tings deh. No. She did have class. Not like de one Myrtle. Who always waa people fi know how much she ha, whichawt she get ie fram an how nuhbady else neva ha good taste like har. Mi say, mi cyaa figet how dat ooman used to beat mi eno! An fi no reason at all. Bwoy. All she? She ooda drap dung dead before mi eva sen har one line. One line! No sah. She was mi madda own sista. An yet she treat mi like say mi a did sitn she pick up affa street. And all when she know say mi ooda did prefa fi stay wid Aunt Mary, she drag mi outta Aunt Mary house, jus so she couldan look good to everybady else. Jus so dat people ooda tink say she ha good heart.

“But God know har heart man. Yes. Too bad she still alive, eeh eh, mi hear dem tings. Too bad a Aunt Mary dem bury dunga de plot deh. A shouldan she.”

“Mom, how are you going to send me?” Michelle asked, confused. “They need you. You’ve got to be the one to sign and stuff.”

“Chell, yuh know say mi cyaa go. Yuh dun know say mi cyaa interrup mi treatment. Mi a go mek yuh legal represent. Yeah, yuh wi have all rights. Afta yuh nahgo rob me? No yuh a go get it fram mi when mi dead anyway? A good ting it happen during de summa eh? At leas yuh naffi miss nutn.”

“Mom you sure about that? Don’t we have to talk to a lawyer or somebody?”

“Look, mi a go gi yuh de paticulas. Yuh go dung an scope out de situation, right? Yuh wi si if de lan is a good piece, or if is a piece a rock she lef me – aldoa mi no know Aunt Mary fi stay so, but yuh can neva tell dem days yah. Everybady change. Yuh wi have a nice summa holiday. Yuh naffi sign nutn. Yuh jus wi check it out. An yuh wi mek dem know say mi no dead, incase de one Myrtle a go try tek it fram mi. Caw she well greedy.

“But Mom, I can’t leave you here on your own!”

“Whamek?” Mrs. Williams was affronted. “A wha? Yuh tink mi a invalid? Yuh tink say mi mind gawn saaf? A who come up yah pon dem own? Nuh mi? A who did haffi hide an wok an dodge infawma an tiefing white people an ol nyaga alike? Nuh mi? Not cawse yuh brite mean say a ongle yuh one eena dis yah house ha sense eno! An a who manage fi buy dis likkle piece a four wall an roof? Nuh mi?”

“Ok, Mom, Ok! I just don’t like the idea of leaving you here by yourself for so long, that’s all.”

Mrs. Williams smiled as she reached her hand out to her daughter who clasped it tightly. “Yuh is a good girl Chell,” she said softly. “If dere is one ting mi know say mi do right in dis worl is you. An mi no ha no concern bout sending yuh to Jamaica. Yuh wi do good and yuh need de break.”

Michelle’s throat was suddenly dry while her eyes welled up. “Sure Mom,” she managed to choke out. “I won’t let you down. Never.”

[applepie]

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[diabolical_Tanya]

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[Nunya]

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