Chapter 49
issues destroy relationships. Deteriorates self-esteem.
Women become too consumed with getting pregnant.
Nothing else matters. Then it’s expensive.
So, after thinking about it, I decided to leave that in God’s hands.
I’m not about to lose my mind, just because I can’t have kids.
There’s other ways to find fulfillment. Plus, I can always have God kids, or maybe even adopt one day. ”
“That’s what’s up.” I nodded. “But how do you know that it’s you?” Her lases "uttered. “What do you mean?”
“I’m saying. Do your man got any kids?” “Hell no.”
“Okay, then. He could be the problem.” She shook her head. “No, I doubt that.” “Why?”
“Because. He’s a man’s man. I can just tell. It’s definitely me.” “Alright. If you say so.” I glanced down at my hands. “Wait a
minute. I just realized that you got me cleaning.”
She giggled. “Yeah. Aint nothing wrong with helping me out.” I shook my head. “I’m tripping. I still gotta prep this food.” She lifted her chin. “So, you really cook?”
My eyes brightened. “Didn’t you just eat that breakfast?”
“But that’s different,” she argued. “Anybody can make some Eggo waffles, eggs, bacon, and sausage. I literally could cook that by the time I was eight.”
“Me too. I can cook it all, though.” “Okay, so what’s on the menu?”
“Oxtails. Cabbage. Baked mac and cheese. And cornbread.” “Now, that sounds good. But it would be even better if you
made the oxtails the Jamaican way.”
I smiled. “That’s the only way I like it. But everything else is soul food. Ion care for the Jamaican cabbage or macaroni.”
She tittered. “Me neither. You want me to help?”