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°Deanne's POV° 6:30 P.M.
I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, comb in hand, as Yanique sits cross-legged on the floor in front of me, her head resting on my thigh.
Her hair is thick and curly, and gets really knotty really easily, so I gently pull the comb through it, knowing how tender-headed she is.
Surprise di frigga nuh start bawl out already....
"Mi a beg yuh, Deanne, please don’t tear out mi scalp,” she complains, wincing as I try to detangle a knot.
Same rahtid thing. Chat too fast.
I laugh. “Mi a be gentle, man. Yuh hair just stubborn.”
She huffs and playfully hisses her teeth. “Yuh nuh have sum'n weh stubborn? Aye...!”
Murdaaaaaaaaaa, mi punny!
I grin, but my focus stays on her hair, sectioning it off.
Since she a complain 'bout how hot it feels, I try detangling her thick curls with my fingers instead, but she’s restless, regardless, shifting every few seconds.
“Hold still, nuh, woman,” I say, tugging lightly at a knot. “Yuh know say yawh make this harder than it need fi be?”
“Mi cyaan help it,” she complains, leaning her head back onto my thigh. “Yuh know mi 'fraid a mi hair...”
“Nasty people alone 'fraid a dem head so eno," I tease.
Earning another hiss teeth from the browning before me. “Aye, don't make mi rude to yuh!”
“Say sum'n wah mi nuh like and see who bawl in yah tonight!” I laugh. "Wid yuh tough head.”
Lil gyal get ev'rything from her dry head puppa.
“Ano everybody can born wid soft, coolie hair like yuh eno! Have some compassion, man.”
“Yuh waa some a mine fi buy?” I say, biting back a laugh at the thought which immediately pops into my head. “Can sell yuh some offa mi front...”
Yanique pulls away, leaning forward and staring back at me with her face scrunched up. “Move yuh pussyclaat and nuh sorry fi mi, bitch!”
“Murdaaaaaaaaaa! A waa scream out!” I double over.
Mid laugh, I add, “A good quality eno. Yuh can get a 10 inch buss dung.”
