Megan
I move around in the kitchen as I get lunch cooked. Beyoncé left for snacks and fresh air. It makes me happy to see her doing more slowly and slowly.
I chop some vegetables around and toss them in the oil with the meat. Beyoncé requested me make this for her. She says it's her favorite and she helped me marinate it before she left.
It feels good to be able to do little things here and there for her. Beyoncé is usually the one who'll bend over backwards for everyone. Feels so good to kinda return the favor and get a nice 1 on 1 lunch out of it.
The front door opens so I initially anticipate it to be Beyoncé, but it's not.
I look out and see it's Solange. She stands at the doorway shyly smiling.
"Come in! Good afternoon!" I shake her hand.
We've greeted each other a number of times before, but haven't spoken like that. I'm assuming Beyoncé invited her over and I'm not in the know.
"You need, Beyoncé?" I ask and lock the door behind her.
"No, I actually need to speak to you, about her though."
"Oh, okay. Have a seat anywhere." I say with a bit of a side eye.
What business does she have speaking about my girlfriend to me without Beyoncé present?
I push those questions aside for a second when I follow her to the living room and join her on the sofa.
"Um... Beyoncé... I'm not sure what's wrong, but she's been off. I know we haven't talked for years, but even at a distance she still acted herself. That girl is sick in some way."
Beyoncé isn't sick though. She probably has some sort of PTSD from childhood and the murders. Her behavior is understandable. But I'm not sure if that's be rude or biased for me to say out loud.
Solange looks over at the stove, "She been eatin'?"
I nod, "She cries but even that doesn't stop her appetite in any way. But what are you getting to? Like what point?"
"The point is something's up with her and I wanna know what we can do as a family to support her." Solange says and goes to playing with her hands.
She's on the care-for-and-protect-Beyoncé wave too, I'm guessing.
"I'm sure you know already, but Beyoncé saved me as a little girl a lot of times and I wanna lay her back. I know she's dealing with issues, so I wanna be as much help to her as possible."
"I mean, Bey doesn't really disclose her emotions much with me, but I can definitely tell she has things bottled up. Y'all are sisters so there might be more comfort in sharing with you. I don't mind, as long as she's okay with it." I say.
Solange nods.
Beyoncé has in fact been weird though. I help her physically by feeding her and helping her shower at times but mentally she won't let me into her demons. She won't let me know what keeps her up crying at night sometimes.
I also feel awkward about speaking to Solange. Is Beyoncé even comfortable enough to speak to her about her emotions and inner battles considering they rekindled not long ago? Did I say too much or too little on Beyoncé's part?
The door opens and Beyoncé comes in. Solange kinda tenses up. Beyoncé holds the grocery bags and smiles at both of us.
"Hey, Princess... Hey, Solo."
While Beyoncé is smiling, it's not very legit. Well all know something's wrong.
