Her Past

The One

Olivia sat watching her two friends. Their expression was a sure give away. 'Eehh ehhhmmm', she cleared her throat. 'I seem to be the only one a watch tv and the only one without a man'.

Jessica blushed but Marcia look hot and bothered.

'So what you plan to wear', Marcia whispered. She looked at Jessica, avoiding Olivia.

'Oh I don't know. I have one thing in mind'. At that she raced to her room and appeared couple seconds later.

'This'. The girls turned to find her holding up a skirt suit in front her abdomen.

'No sah, you caan wear that'. Olivia said in disgust as she got up.

Marcia's chuckle quickly became an outburst of laughter.

'Wah?' Jessica asked confused.
'Wah do it?'.

'Gurrrll', Olivia slurred. 'This is for church and not even my granny a wear this. It caan wear. It look like wah big pink funeral frock wey Marcia use to wear back in her days'. She grabbed the plaited skirt suit and threw it in the corner across the room. Before she could say anything, a hard cushion connect with her face catching her by surprised.

'You too bright', Marcia scolded.

'Hey' Jessica interupt a obvious pillow fight brewing. 'Maybe I should check Carmen's closet'.

Marcia and Olivia looked at each other mischievously. There was silence. Suddenly, they bolted to get their shoes on to accompany their friend to the big house in hopes of raiding Carmen's room.

'Wait', Jessica squealed running to get the keys after seeing Marcia's buttocks disappearing out the door.

This brings back great memories, when Carmen would find all 3 girls in her room amongst her things.

All 3 knew Carmen was the hot mamma in stony hill. The fact that her husband was a white business man in the US, Carmen would visit him often, coming back from 2 or 3 months of rendezvous with him. She always bring back suitcase upon suitcase of clothes and barrel of stuff.

Carmen always manage to catch them. She found Marcia in her clothes that was far too tight for her even ripping a few, to Carmens dismay. Jessica always had on 3 or 4 necklaces at once and rings on every finger. Always propped up in her heels. Olivia's interest was to paint up her face with the make up, talking to her self in the mirror like a celebrity.

Olivia was first at the door, 'wow', she beamed, eyes wide open like a kid in a ice cream parlour.

'Look', Jessica warned, 'just look for wah i can wear and then we leave'.

Marcia was already on the bed, 'oh God, this is nice'.

'Yah gwan like ole foot Carmen a wear dem yah again', Olivia snapped.

'I don't care', Jessica replied. '1 dress and that's it'.

'What. Ever'. Olivia was already rampaging through hangered clothes.
'Bwoy your aunty a live life. When she a come back? It's almost a year now'.

'Nu know', Jessica shrugged playing with the jewellery on her aunt's dresser. 'Sey dem a migrate'. She added.

'And you take over this house?' Marcia sat up.

'Maybe', Jessica teased. 'It's too big for me alone. So i tell her to sell it and we split the money'.

'Yah muss idiot', Olivia said, sounding distant digging through more clothes. 'Sell your ole furniture at the cottage, make me, you and Marcia live here. We each can take 2 bedroom and a bathroom. Then you rent out the cottage. Simple'.