Chapter 51
“So, you staying for dinner, right?” I asked her after she placed the cornbread in the oven.
She sighed, as she glanced down at the phone that she was now holding. “I don’t know. I should really be heading home.”
I kissed my teeth. “Come on. You might as well stay and eat.
My people aint gone bite you.”
“Your people?” She lifted both brows. “And who might that be?”
“My mama nem.”
“Your mama? Nigga, do you not see what I have on?”
“Girl, aint nothing wrong with what you got on. Before if it makes you more comfortable, then you can borrow one of my shirts.”
She sighed, as she placed her phone on the counter. “I guess.” “Okay, bet. Now it’s settled. You staying.”
“Hey, baby.” My mama warmly smiled, as we embraced each other. I inhaled her sweet perfume, knowing that she probably had plans to see some nigga later. Because my mama was just forty-five, after having me at fifteen, and could unquestionably