The Thug Roommate

16)Argue

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I knocked on the door, then screamed for momma to answer for me. It took her while, but she finally appeared. She looked confused while she opened the screen door slowly.

"Quiénes son estas personas?" (who are these people?) momma asked in Spanish, because she was too afraid to say it in English. She didn't know that Santiago understood every word she said.

We all stepped in the tiny kitchen, and I spoke "momma I would like for you to meet Santiago, my roommate." I showed him off like I was Vanna White.

Momma shook his hand and kissed his cheeks. "Hola. It's nice to meet you hijo." he greeted her with his pleasantries as well.

"Hola, nice to meet you." he smiled greatly.

"Momma this is..." I looked at the women whom was Miguel's child's mother in which I don't remember recalling her name.

"Tia." she smiled, and shook mommas hand.

"Tia is the mother of your grandchild." I told her finally.

"Qué?" momma said in Spanish and looked at me bug eyed, she couldn't believe it.

"Si momma. This is your granddaughter Maricel." I smiled.

Momma covered her mouth while tears dropped from her eyes. She looked at Maricel whom played with her fingers as she also starred back at momma.

"Come here." Momma told her. Momma dropped to her knees and gave her a big hug. Momma couldn't stop weeping, but it was a happy weep so no one pulled them apart. "Oh my." Momma took a good look at Maricel.

"Does she know?" momma asked me in Spanish. She must've been talking about Miguel's death.

"No." Santiago answered for me.

Momma stood to her feet. "You know Spanish?" asked momma.

"Yes, I'm from Guatemala." Saint told her.

"Oh." she said. "Well sit, sit Tia and Maricel." momma told them cheerfully. "Can I get you ladies anything?" momma asked me.

"Do you have milk?" asked innocent Maricel.

"Why yes I do." Momma told her.

While the 3 ladies talked, Saint and I went into the living room.

"I appreciate you doing this. Momma needed something good to happen in her life." I shrugged when I sat on the couch.

"Well I had to get you back happy somehow." he stood, and didn't sit with me. It was something he often did, that I found really weird. "About Miguel." Saint began.

"What about him?" I asked.

"I have another lead." Saint smirked.

"Last time you had a lead, you brung troops to kill him." I said annoyed.

"To capture him." Saint corrected.

"So you can kill him." I continued.

"So we can clean him up for you and me." he reassured me with an arrogant attitude.

"Why?" I asked. "Why did you do this?" I wondered. "You found me, then gave me a place to stay, then decided to tell me about my undead brother." I thought aloud.

"It's hard to explain." he looked away.

"And why the hell is it?" I asked. "Why would you want a crack head around your niece?" I whispered to him.