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"Roy Rogers and Popeyes, our skin may look the same but the chicken different." -Charlie Clips ____
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The Following Week.
I laid on my back, sprawled across the bed. I was starting to feel those extra shifts physically. I hadn't heard from Roddy since I posted his bail and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't starting to get to me.
"Don, can we have tacos for dinner tonight?" Delaney asked coming into my bedroom.
Her smile faded once she saw my tired eyes. Even superwoman gets tired sometimes. I just wished that I could hide it from them.
"Yeah, you want to help me cook it?" I queried. It brought the smile back onto her face just like I knew it would. Delaney had been wanting to help me in the kitchen for some time now.
"Yes! I'll get all the stuff out." With that Delaney hurried down the skinny hallway.
I sighed and pushed myself up off the bed. With two hands I lifted the bottom of the navy blue shirt above my head. I cringed looking up into the long skinny black mirror hanging on the back of my door. I had gotten smaller, so much so I could see my ribs now. The bags under my eyes have become more defined. A tear fell from my eye. What had happened to me? I stood just tired in all senses of the word. But I kept going, it's all I knew how to do. Kind of like when you cut the head off an ant but the body still goes on functioning.
I shook off my thoughts and put on a large t-shirt so I could join Delaney in the kitchen. I played music while we cooked together. I watched as Delaney sang and swayed in the kitchen much like our mother once did. I wish they had gotten a chance to know the women she once was like I had.
"Stir the meat," I told Delaney as I walked away to grab my ringing phone off the couch.
It was Amir calling me. "Hello?" I answered silently directing Delany to get the strainer from out of the cabinet.
"Wassup, you home? I was going to swing by with the gifts." Amir asked.
"I'm home, you can drop them off," I said putting the phone on speaker so I could drain the extra water off the meat.
"Ard I'll see you in a little while." He said before hanging up.
Deshara emerged from their room still wearing her pajamas. "Hey, you been sleep since I left out this morning?" I asked watching as she plopped down on the couch.
"No, I got up earlier to eat cereal." Deshara chuckled.
I shook my head. "Wash your hands so you can come help, Delaney."
