𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
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❝To let you get away is crazy.❞
Devyn is a young woman who is pursuing a career in education while keeping her wealth a secret. After leaving work one day, she accidenta...
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November 23, 1995 Oakland, California
Today is Thanksgiving, and I'm dreading this day. Every time our family comes together there is always something going on. And it's gonna be worse because my sister is coming this year.
"Devyn, make sure you stir them potatoes real good," Roberta orders. I continue to rapidly stir the mashed potatoes, my arm quickly becoming tired.
"Roberta, I think these potatoes are stirred well," I say.
Roberta looks in the pot to examine the mashed potatoes. She shakes her head, saying, "Nah, I can still see little lumps. Start stirring little girl." Sighing, I continue to stir, switching my arms in the meantime.
Suddenly, I hear my dad cry out in the living, catching the attention of me and Roberta. We rush to the living room and find my dad crouched in front of the TV with his hands clamped together. I look at the TV, the news is on.
"One of the top stories of the week, George Richfield, the old owner of the club, The Vine has been found dead in a lake after being missing for a month. Police don't have any leads currently for this case and if you have any information don't hesitate to get in touch with your local police department," the station announces. I get down on my news and comfort my dad, assuming he knew him. He must have been a friend or a business partner.
"He owed me two hundred dollars," my dad sniffs, "Who gone give me my money now?" I give him a look before returning to the kitchen. Somebody is dead in the lake and he's worried about two hundred dollars. Unbelievable.
Roberta and I continue to cook for the dinner. My mom is upstairs getting herself ready, it always takes about three hours for her to get ready. It has always been like this. We always have to wait for her at the dinner table while the food gets cold. I used to get annoyed, but now I guess I'm immune to it.
"Is your sister coming this year?" Roberta asks.
"She said she will," I reply with a shrug.
She also said the same thing last year but never showed. I will never understand her and my dad's relationship. Whatever happened between them makes her not want to be around anymore. I hear the front door open and close, prompting Roberta and I to exchange looks. I walk to the front door and low and behold. Layla is walking through the door. She smiles widely at the sight of me and I run into her arms. "You came!" I cheer.
"Is the food done?" she asks, taking off her coat and tossing it on the rack.
"Almost. Roberta made me help her with the food."
Layla's face freezes and she looks at me in horror. "You helped out?" she asks, "Did you burn something?" I playfully push her away from me and walk off. She laughs and follows me into the kitchen. "Seriously, you don't need to be helping with anything when it involves food." Layla greets Roberta with a kiss on the cheek.
