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"Slim you almost ready? You been in the bathroom for damn near two hours!" Denim's mama says, now standing in the bathroom doorway.
"Yes ma'am, I've only been in here for thirty minutes though mama," Denim giggles while looking at her mother comb through her long curly hair.
"I'm not even ready myself & I'm talking about you."
"I love your hair when it's down mommy." The timid girl smiles at her.
"Thank you baby,"
"Why aren't ya'll ready? We ain't got all damn day, you know I hate being round yo folks too long anyways Nette." Ingran, Denim's father yells from downstairs causing Janette to roll her eyes at her overbearing husband.
"Here we come Ingran."
Grabbing her lip gloss off of the bathroom sink, Slim slowly follows behind her mother down the stairs.
"Took y'all long enough. What I tell you about them things on your eyes Slim? You look ghetto" Ingran scolds his daughter while he places his eyes on her small figure.
"These are the most natural ones I have daddy."
"The most natural ones you have is your real ones. Go take them off,"
"Oh leave her alone Ingran, I told her they were okay. You can barely tell she has any on." Janette glares.
"Whatever, let's go. Y'all got everything," he asks, walking to the front door.
"Yes" they both say following behind him out the door.
Denim, also known by her nickname Slim, was a small petite girl. Barely weighing over 105 pounds at the of 18 years old. She was a very quiet & well mannered young girl, being that she was brought up in a very strict household.
Once settled in the car, the family of three all rode in a comfortable silence until Ingran decided to speak up.
"Who all finna be over there?" He asks, while stealing glances at his wife.
"Jackie said Bobby Ray, Lisa, her kids and all nem finna be over there. The whole family." Janette says making Slim groan quietly.
