Forgive Me by Stacy Campbell

Author:Stacy Campbell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Strebor Books

Chapter 26

Tawatha, still upset after the showdown with Royce, took advantage of Shandy’s gift certificate. She sat in the car outside Dixon’s Hair Affair talking to herself and looking in the mirror. “The nerve of Royce, accusing me of being a stalker. If he had family and friends who didn’t speak to him, he’d want to be in touch with them,” Tawatha said to herself. She touched up her makeup.

She kept a stack of “treasures” in her glove compartment, which were mostly Googled items to keep her in touch, or at least at a lawful distance, between herself and family members. Royce stepped up his game to “protect” her; he had placed the Indiana stalking statutes in with her treasures. At the bottom of the print-out, he wrote the words in all caps: RECIDIVISM. LOSS OF FREEDOM. NOT A GOOD LOOK. Tawatha perused the paper again, reading the lines he’d highlighted in neon orange. She read the words aloud: “Indiana Code 35-45-10-1. As used in this chapter, ‘stalk’ means a knowing or an intentional course of conduct involving repeated or continuing harassment of another person that would cause a reasonable person to feel terrorized, frightened, intimidated, or threatened.”

“There you go! When have I terrorized, frightened, intimidated or threatened Sheer, Onnie, Momma, or anyone else? Since when did sitting in someone’s yard constitute stalking?” she asked herself in the mirror.

A young man tapped lightly on her window, terrifying her. He held a tray of items in one hand as he leaned in with concern. She let her window down.

“You okay, Miss? I saw you talking to yourself and I wanted to see if everything was all right.”

“I’m not talking to myself. I had my phone on speaker talking to my dad.”

She held up her phone and sucked her teeth.

“Oh. I didn’t see your phone.” He rubbed his goatee, shifted his tray of items to the left, and presented them to her. “I got incense, DVDs, and CDs. I do purses on Fridays and Saturdays, but this is Thanksgiving week, so I’ll get back on my purse grind next weekend. Whatchu need?”

He’s cute in a roughneck kinda way. “I’m good. Thank you.”

She stepped out of the car and headed toward the salon.

“You are good and fine!” said the young man, and slapped his free thigh as he watched Tawatha switch her massive hips. He ran behind her. “Let me give you my card so you can call me if you need something, Ma.”

She looked at his card, blushing at his advances. She read his name and responded, “Waylon, I’ll call you if I need anything.”

“I gotchu! Whatever you need, I gotchu!” he said and licked his lips.

She entered the salon, taken aback by the elegant surroundings. The last time she was in this location was the night she revealed herself to her lover’s wife. She crashed the window with a brick, walked into the opening, and interrupted their candlelit dinner. She assumed the building had just been christened that night, because it

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