LAW

11. The Visit ☆

N A I A R I

Barbican Heights
Saturday Night|7:30 pm

"Not me standing here like the people them nuh leave out already," I say to myself, putting my phone on the counter.

Opening the drawer, I take out a fluffy, black scrunchie and use it to catch my hair into a ponytail.

I put back all the things in place that I used and then I pick up my phone and exit the bathroom.

I need to go put on appropriate clothes. I already tell my mom that I'm going somewhere but I didn't tell her where.

I'm sharing my location with her and knowing how protective she is, she is going to check it.

And probably send her husband.

I go to my closet and look around for the basket of fresh clothes that the laundry attendant washed the other day.

I want to wear comfortable but appropriate clothes because I'm going to somebody's house.

Me nuh wear clothes inah real life enuh. Bare shorts and tube tops, crop tops, or sports bras. And underpants too.

I used to wear underpants and boxers to school for tights.

Spotting the basket, I go over to it and lift it, putting it on top of the chair that's in the closet.

I sigh dramatically and put my hand in the basket, pushing the clothes around, and trying to search for something to put on.

Me will stay a me yard enuh. Not even know why me a go him yard inah the first place.

A so me likkle bit and love man? Me need fi stay home and rest my shoulder and take the medications that were prescribed for the wound.

I'm still going.

My blouse can wear but I have to change out of these shorts because my booty cheeks are on display.

I have to cover myself up cause Amanda's grandson likes to stare.

I'm searching through the clothes and I smile when I see one of my black, Nike, high-waisted biker shorts.

Yasss!

I stop what I'm doing immediately and push the shorts that I'm wearing down my legs and kick them off, then I pull the tights up my legs, the elastic slapping against my waist when I pull it up and release it.