Fool, Stop Trippin' by McKinney Tina Brooks

Author:McKinney, Tina Brooks [McKinney, Tina Brooks]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster UK
Published: 2008-03-04T00:00:00+00:00

Tarcia

“I can’t believe that you allowed that man back in your house after what happened the last time he was here.”

“We didn’t find anything, so what’s the beef?”

“Did you ask him about it?”

“Uh…”

“So you just let him in, no questions asked, and you allow him to leave his kids here. You don’t know anything about them kids.”

“I’ve been with them before. They know me.”

“I didn’t say anything about them knowing you. I said you didn’t know them. For all you know, they could be conduits to the dark side.”

“Oh, come on, Lasonji, they’re children, for Christ’s sake.”

“Haven’t you ever heard of the devil’s spawn?”

“Oh, there you go with that shit. I’m not going there with you again. You worked me up so bad the last time, it was a week before I could sleep through the night.”

“Well, I’m glad that you have started sleeping again because I haven’t. That skin is still out there whether you want to believe it or not, and the fact that it appeared when your man was here means they are connected.”

“Give me a break.”

“I’ll give you a break. But I want to show you something before I go.” She turns and walks out of the kitchen and into the dining room. Without asking my help, she pushes the dining room table to the far corner of the room. How she pushed that table without moving the scatter rug is a mystery to me. It is heavy as shit and took three men to carry it in, but she shoved it aside as if it were weightless. I expect to see scrape marks on the hardwood floor, but surprisingly it appears to have been freshly polished. It’s unlikely because the room hasn’t been used since the night of the dinner. I am distracted from the clean floor by a strange marking that is on the wood.

The drawing looks familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, if that is possible. My heart pounds and I can feel the blood rushing through my veins. I look at Lasonji, hoping that she will clarify this for me, but she just stares at me. She does not look at the drawing and that worries me more than anything. Perplexed, I get closer to it. Heat emanates from the floor, rising to meet the cool air from the air conditioner. The room feels more like a jungle than a dining room.

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