Night Like That (rewritten)

twenty

Mama Boi had been tired of the moans and shuttering sounds coming from her downstairs neighbour ad so, she invited her over. 

It could've aurgued that Mama Boi wasn't necessarily a woman whose mind had left her. If anything, it could have been very seriously suggested that she was sharper than most. It was just that her dreams lent people the idea that her mind had left her, and so they treated her like an invalid. She despised this fact about getting older. Suddenly, dreams were not seen as hopeful but as a sad affair. She could not do anything in front of youngins because there they were, all sad looking, feeling for her and what they perceived as a pathetic life.

She often wondered if this was how she had looked at old people when she'd been young. Had she been so unforgiving with her sorrow-filled faces? Did she make her parents and their siblings feel pathetic with the tone she would take?

Yet, something about Ivy's tone around her made her feel good. Like she could be young again. Looking at her, filled with such unbridled lust for her lover - she was of the idea that they were not aware they were doing it, even right in front of her.

She was beautiful - this Chastity she had heard about. Almost too pretty, yet, she held it with the air of a person who was not entirely too sure of this fact of life. Something about it made Mama Boi believe she was the absolute best pick for Ivy. That and the fact that Ivy could seldom shut up about her even when threatened.

"There then, have the tea," she said as she pointed at her thermos. It was always filled with tea, regardless of the time of day or year. You could always count on her thermos to have tea.

Ivy smiled her way as Chastity reached for the thermos. First, she poured her a cup, then Ivy and then herself. Mama Boi could not hide the chortle that left her. Oh, to be young and in love. She suddenly envied them with the force of a trojan army. She was not sure how she became so desperate so fast, but she had to quel it. She could not allow herself these thoughts because the only thing such thoughts did was hurt her, and she was decidedly too old for trivial things like that.

"It seems you are alright then," she said, and upon closer inspection, one could have seen the bright twinkle on her right eye.

Had she been lighter, Mama Boi was sure Ivy would have been the bright colour of plums. As was, she choked on her tea and looked away. Chastity, on the other hand, focused her gaze toward her. Mama Boi was very convinced that whomever inhibited Chastity's body was an old one. Possibly older than herself if she could. She said none of this.

"Were we not?" Chastity asked, and in the middle of throat fiddling, Ivy gave Mama Boi an imploring look.

That girl would be the death of her. "I might have misunderstood that. Then again, the passionate lovemaking I have been hearing the past couple of days speaks to something new. I should be pleased that you blessed me with a few minutes of your otherwise occupied time."

Chastity, she gathered, was the red in the relationship as her ears turned a wonderful shade of red that had Mama Boi chuckling. She thought it a shame she had not met her before her sermons. "It's not - we did not -" she turned to Ivy in a bid to be helped. Ivy, bless her, was fighting laughter which was not earning her any points.

"Don't tease," Ivy finally said, a big smile on her face. "Besides, we are young and growing. What did you expect of us?"

"We are twenty eight," Chastity admonished.

Ivy waved her off. "Still growing. Mama Boi said we are growing and she knows more about life than the two of us. Do you feel confident about correcting a professor of life?"

Mama Boi waved them off as she sighed. "Enough of that. We already know I am the smartest person in this room," she said, sipping at her hot tea, almost lost at the simple pleasure of it, "I'll have you know, though, that I didn't invite you here for mindless chatter. I need to tell this story. Think of it as my will, to the world and you, the custodians."