Chapter 58 Geneva
Geneva
“The band has a gig tonight at the Zimba Lounge, and I can’t imagine that Eric won’t show.”
I was gripping the phone to my ear, hearing but not hearing what Deeka was saying.
“?’Neva, are you listening to me?” he softly asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“Stop worrying yourself about this. It’ll blow over; believe me, it will.”
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes all over again when the beeping sound came, informing me of an incoming call.
“Okay, I’m going to pick up my sister, and then we’ll head over to the spot. Do you want me to swing by and pick you up?”
“No, I’m going to wait here for my baby to come home,” I barked, and abruptly brought our conversation to an end.
In light of the situation, I was having a lot of mixed feelings about my relationship with Deeka. If I’d followed my first mind and kept that boy at a distance, none of this would have happened and my baby would still be home with me.
The phone rang and I quickly pressed talk, hoping against hope that it was Eric.
“Hello?”
“Yeah, Geneva, you called me?” The voice of Eric’s father, Big Eric, came through. “I hope we’re not going to have yet another conversation about child support. I told you when you decided to keep that baby that I didn’t want any more children and you knew that—”
“Our son has run away!” I screamed like a madwoman into the phone.