I was nervous cause this lady was just staring at me. She started sweating even and had to take off her blazer. I was starting to get uncomfortable. I saw a picture of her in a beautiful wedding gown standing next to a guy that looked like my boo Blair Underwood.
"Is that your husband?" I asked to break the ice.
"Oh yes that is my husband. Reverend Wise maybe you heard of him?"
"Oh nah I am not much on church." She stared at me in amazement.
"I don't have anything against it, but my daddy never really had time for nothing, but to work."
"Speaking of your father I have a few questions about him."
"Oh okay what you wanna know?" I asked hoping this would be over soon.
Holding up a few sheets of paper, she started shuffling them and cleared her throat.
"First of all what is your fathers full name?"
"His name is Detrick Dewayne Carlisle." If I didn't know any better I would say she cringed when I said that. Hell daddy did get around or so I heard maybe he.......................... nah couldn't be.
"Okay and where is your mother?"
"Huh they call men sperm donators, but that chick was an egg donor." I saw all the color drain from her face. What the hell is wrong with her?
"So your mom was never around?" She asked sitting her papers down.
"No, no, no, and no. I was the woman of the house after my lil sisters mama got put out. I cooked, cleaned, ironed, helped with homework, bandaged scraped knees, and got beat up. That's always been my life and now they saying this muthafucka may have caused brain trauma on my sister. I went to sleep for five minutes and she was gone just like that. She drowned in the tub like some fiend in a dope nod! Then you sit here and look at me feelin all sorry for me!! I know what you think, you think my daddy fucked me right?"
"Please Navette calm down nobody is insinuating you were sexually abused."
"Naw it ain't no calm down I gotta bury my sister, the only somebody that ever cared about me. The woman in the waiting room care more bout me than my mammy did!!!" I was hysterical at this point and I got up and knocked my chair over.
"Please calm down." She said as she got up from her desk to walk over to me. I let her hug me and rock me as I cried in her arms.
"Darlin I am sure your mother had no idea what she was giving up when se let you go and I am so very very sorry." She said as she rested her chin on my head and held me tighter.
As we stood there holding each other I realized that I had not grieved yet and we spent the rest of the interview just talking to each other. I answered her questions and she gave me her card before I left.
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Love Lock Down
General FictionI never knew that life could be this hard. Mama died on me, my stepfather shows his ass, and I get caught up. Now I got a situation that I ain't even ready for. All I know is that me and Navette both been through too much to let it end here. This go...
