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°Deanne's POV° 10:59 A.M.
Jesus, peez. Of course is him same one...!
I freeze on spot.
Wah him a do dung yasso?
A dung yah him live?
No...can't be.
Mi sure mi woulda know him if he did. Or, at least, know him face.
And the fact that I don't, means he doesn't.
So wah him a do so far?
Unless a smaddy him come to.
Probably him gyal.
Yeah, most likely.
The thought brings a scowl to my lips. Nah lie. And it's not that I don't expect him to have a girl, because: come on! But, mi still nuh waa think 'bout it. Yuh know them way deh?
Pulling at my shorts for the umpteenth time in the past couple of minutes, my frown deepens. And look wah mi decide fi wear come out yah tu nuh! Batty rider and piece a mesh.
Now, the wul a mi likkle body deh pon full display.
But ano like him nuh see it already stillz.
My eyes widen at the thought. Mi all figot 'bout that to rahtid!
Jesus, why yuh do this to mi?
Today of all days.
Yuh know say the devil know say this did ago happen. That's why him mek Mommy get up 'bout she feel fi soup.
Instead she bless the likkle franks weh mi boil, nyam it and belch.
CHO.
Wah mi ago say if him see me and say sum'n now?
...not a damn thing.
Nuh you say yaggo karate kick him when yuh see him? See yuh chance yah.
I almost laugh out at the thought.
Then hear this ya drama ya!
Mi? But uno hear mi dying trial? Mi look like Jacky Chan or Jet Lee?
Go see mi. The man might gimme a fuck box if mi try that.
Waii.
I purse my lips to quell the urge to laugh. Yuh know mi nawh laugh 'cause this serious.
And serious times call for serious measures. Like turn back go a mi rass yard.
Sigh.
The longer I stand there, the more I contemplate turning back; but Mommy really wants the soup and ago ask a bagga questions as to why mi nuh go a shop. And mi cyaa think of no lie weh mek sense, right now.
