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Then
August 26th, 2017
"I cooked some blueberry oatmeal pancakes and tofu omelet." Myriam knocked on the door, peeping her head in.
"I'm not hungry."
"Well you've got to eat something Bea." She walked towards the bed, taking a seat on the edge.
"I said I'm not hungry." She fiddled with the bed sheets, looking straight up at the tv.
"Okay." She whispered getting up and walking out the room, closing the door behind her.
As soon as the door closed she grabbed the plate and began munching down on the tofu omelet and scoping a spoonful of pancakes in her mouth.
"I figured you need some juice to swallow that down, huh." Myriam came back in the room with a glass of orange juice.
"Yea."
They sat in a comfortable silence then bursting out into laughter.
Now
December 12th, 2020
"You smell that?" Shala looked over at Beala with hooded eyes.
"Smells like cinnamon to me." She leaned over putting out the blunt in a ashtray.
"Let's go see."
They ran down the stairs nearly tripping over each other feet trying to see who was in the kitchen cooking.
"Yo fat ass almost knocked me over." Beala shoved Shala into the kitchen.
"Girl fuck you."
"Aht aht that name calling and cursing is uncalled for train track and bambi." Evelyn pointed her fingers at them.
"I'm still confused on why you call this chile train track." Evelyn mother, Eva looked over at Shala. "Open your mouth chile."
Shala smiled bright.
"Now close." Memaw looked away, pouring icing on the cinnamon rolls.
"Oou memaw I forgot to tell you this yesterday when you got here but momma said you stank." Beala snitched.
"Her daddy." Mamew stacked four plates on top of each other.
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Thug Remedy
Ficción GeneralEveryone needed a little remedy once in a while and what Beala's remedy what so happened to be was a thug, a thug remedy. Cover made by @90sbabygal
