𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮- 𝗖𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗦𝗸𝗶𝗲𝘀 (Book Two)

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𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚅𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊: 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍.

                                     ᴘᴏᴠ ᴏᴅᴇᴀɴ✾

After a few glasses of the wine that was brought to our table, the concrete silence was broken by Petrona.

I place my glass on the white tablecloth and found my thoughts wondering for a minute.

The jubilant triumph that I had expected now seem like this white tablecloth marred by the spilling of the dark red wine if I was to lose my grip on the wine glass.

The truth was going to be like the wine seeping into the pristine fabric of my hopes and dreams spoiling it.

"Let's get this show on the road shall we," I said looking over at Petrona who sat there her wine untouched and absentmindedly running her finger along the stem of her wine glass.

Pet seem to be more agitated as the silence resumed and Peggy appeared to get more forlorn.

What the hell did they know that I didn't?

I watch Petrona who was now avoiding looking at us. She appeared all polished and sophisticated from the top of her pixie cut hairstyle to the tip of her canvas wedge heel ankle tie slippers but her eyes were sad and fill with pain.

"What the hell a gwaan?!" I ask beginning to get disconcerted by their behavior.

"I..."

Petrona cleared her throat and started again as her voice was barely audible.

"I am your father's half-sister Odean, you are my nephew."

My hand did eventually bounce the wine glass after all. It seems I had a premonition. Like de-ja-vu I watch as it soaked into the table cloth making a garish dark pattern.

Wha the hell did she just seh?!

I look at Petrice and Patrice hoping to see if I could gather any semblance on the matter but they too were clearly not expecting this.

"Mama...? Nooo! No way!" Petrice gasped as her mind try to fit things together.

Ms. Murl and Mama had children for the same man?

"Your grandmother and my mother had children for Vincent Davis three months apart. I am three months older than your father OD."

"Vincent Davis? But a nuh suh yuh name. I mean yuh nuh name Davis!" Petrice said in a rush her mind as well as mine in overdrive.

I look back to Petrona my mouth working like a fish out of water as I tried to formulate words.

"No, my surname is Mama's mother's maiden name. But my name, if things were different would have been Petrona Renea Davis."

"Why Mama neva seh nothing, why she neva jus mek mi know the truth?"

I look at a bewildered Patrice who looked whiter than when she first came in her mouth moving in silent speech after she had asked her question. I figured she had drawn a conclusion but it was not it.

"Patrice Mama loved your grandfather with all her heart. He was her one and only but Ms. Murlene ended up in the place she thought she would have been. I can't tell you why he chose to marry her and leave Mama alone but I knew it broke her to see another woman building a legacy she thought would be hers to create. I guess for Mama silence seemed the best option to deal with what happened.

"But it all came crashing down years later when Ricky and I started to get close. He was my best friend out of all of Ms. Murl's children. We had this different bond."