The African trinkets

I kissed a girl & I liked it

*A picture of Lance*

“It isn’t fair!” Wanda wined as she fiddled with the tuft of hair at the end of her braid. She let out a loud huff when Rosie didn’t say anything. The sound of slpishing and splashing coming from the basin was all that filled the silent kitchen, “Well aren’t you going to ask me what has upset me?”

“Aren’t you going to make yourself useful and help me dry these dishes?” Rosie asked with her wet hands on her hips.

“Fine but only if you will be polite enough to ask me what’s wrong.” Wanda began to dry a plate and waited for Rosie to say something, anything at all but nothing. So Wanda went on as if Rosie had inquired, “Nolia is such a spoilt brat!”

“How so?” Rosie continued to wash but Wanda could tell that she had her attention.

“Did you see the way she treated Lance earlier?” Wanda stopped drying and held the plate to her chest as if the memory made her heart sore.

“I believe the real question is who didn’t see it. The whole house was watching; it was vile and crude of the young master Tate to have done that to her, and so publically too.” Rosie shook her head in disapproval.

“What? Are you trying to side with the little nitwit? Didn’t you see what had transpired between them before that?” Wanda was insulted by Rosie’s narrow-mindedness, “Obviously Lance had said something or offered her something magical and that witch refused him like some spoiled little twit; pouting and folding her arms like she was worth more than the dirt underneath her feet.” Wanda prattled on and Rosie just sighed.

“You young girls are blinded by your lust of him to see the real young master Tate to see that he is a malicious nature. That boy is abusive to poor Nolia and it would serve you to hold your tongue about things you don’t have to endure and things you don’t understand.” Rosie put Wanda in her place but Wanda didn’t care about how Nolia felt.

“She deserved what she got and besides if I were her I wouldn’t deny Lance anything.” Wanda stared out of the window and envisioned a world where she was the object of Lance’s wench desire, “Why can’t he see that I’m perfect for him?”

“You better thinking those dangerous thoughts now.” Rosie took the plate from Wanda and set it down next to the other plates that she had been drying, “You know you’re not meant for a lifestyle like that.”

“Oh, and why not.” Wanda crossed her arms and awaited Rosie’s explanation as to why Lance didn’t want her as a lover.

“Wanda, I don’t want to make you cry.” Rosie looked at Wanda with a warning in her eyes, “You know that you aren’t as pretty as Nolia or any of the other comforter girls in this estate. You were saved from the cotton field s because you’re lucky enough to be light skinned but don’t go pushing your luck and fooling yourself into believing that Lance would want you.” Rosie said this frankly and packed the dishes away as if the truth of the matter didn’t make Wanda’s light cheeks red and her eyes water.

“What do you know! You’re just some old, black hag who will die right here in this kitchen! You don’t know anything about anyone!” Wanda threw the drying cloth o n the floor and stormed out of the kitchen. She wiped the anguish off of her face and reported to miss Victoria’s room to dress her for brunch. Wanda knocked on the door with a polite force but Victoria hollered at her as if she had savagely banged on the door.

“Enter before you splinter my very expensive, Peruvian wood door!” Victoria fret and flopped on her bed backwards. She faced the ceiling and her hands dug into the soft Egyptian cotton of her bed.