SERIES SUMMARY: Kayla is on a quest to move beyond the hurt of her past as she realizes the impact that hurt has on her present and potential future. This is a modern tale of love that accounts the complexities of blending the lives of two thirty-somethings and all of their respective baggage. Read to see if Kayla will finally share her secret, embrace something new, and most importantly exercise her faith.
With all eyes on Kayla she holds very still for a moment, bites her tongue, and extends her hand. “Nice to meet you Monique.” The gesture stuns Monique and for a moment she doesn’t know how to respond. So, she defaults to what she knows, and replies, “I wish I could say the same, but I try not to lie on Sundays.” Then, before Kayla could reply, it became a free-for-all. Natasha is yelling at Kareem, Hannah is yelling at Natasha and Kareem is screaming at Monique. Kareem’s mother quickly escorts Jordan and his cousins out of the room and glares back at them all with contempt. And just when all hell is about to break loose, Kareem’s grandma stepped to the middle of the room and begins to speak in a firm, even tone.
“I don’t know why yall acting like you’ve been raised in the wild. Ya’ll know better than any of this. We have a guest – and this is the display that you put on? Let me be very clear, in this family we show hospitality, and in this family we behave with the Christian upbringing that we received. We are all family here. Every person present is a part of this family whether you like it or not. Do yall think I like everyone in this room? Well I don’t. But you don’t see me yelling, screaming and carrying on. I won’t listen to another word of it. Now, go get a plate and let’s eat!”
The room was scary silent and most had their head hung. When Grandma spoke they listened. And on that note, the all assembled back to the kitchen. Everyone but Kayla and Kareem that is. They stood there for a second just looking at each other, and then his Grandma walked over to Kayla.
“Don’t you pay those silly girls no mind honey, come on and eat. They are just angry with their life so that want to take it out on you because they can see that you aren’t angry with yours.”
Kayla smiles and Kareem kisses his grandmother on the cheek. “Thanks Gran, give us a second, we’ll be in a few.” He looks at Kayla, down to the floor, then up to ceiling and shakes his head.
“I am so sorry baby. I had no idea that Monique would show up, and I don’t know where Natasha is coming from.”
“Its cool Kareem, I know you had no way of knowing this would take place. I already texted Karah to come get me, she might need directions when she gets a little closer.”
“When did you text Karah?”
“When everyone was screaming, about me, and when I realized that I wanted to smack the taste out of your sister’s mouth and ask your baby’s momma who in the hell was she looking at all cross-eyed like she has a problem. I am Ms. Wall Street Kareem, but that doesn’t mean I won’t whoop your ass like Ms. Mack and Bewick. But I’m not going to go there, not here, not today, not ever. I won’t be baited into throwing away my dignity.”
“Wait, let me say goodbye to a chosen few and I’ll take you home.”
“No Kareem, it’s your grandma’s birthday. You stay, I’ll leave.”
“We came together, we’ll leave together.”
“Kareem, stay, it’s cool, really. I’m fine, we’re good.”
Kareem face has changed at this point, she can see the anger. “No really it isn’t cool, it isn’t cool at all. You came here as my guest. Why should you have to leave because they are being petty?
“If I stay it will mess up the whole mood of the party, I can’t stay, this is your Grandmother’s day, I have already taken away from that.”
“Okay, I guess I understand. Are you mad at me?”
“Kareem, no, I’m not. I told you, we’re good. Really.”
“Are you sure?”
To be continued…
© LaRonda Moore