Hell's Diva 2: Mecca's Return by Anna J

Hell's Diva 2: Mecca's Return by Anna J

Author:Anna J. [J., Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Genre Fiction, Urban Life, United States, African American, Urban, Contemporary Fiction, American, Literary
Amazon: B0060MLKW4
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2007-10-30T04:00:00+00:00


“I’m not a baby. I’m a grown woman who can figure things out.” Tashy avoided eye contact with Simone after she turned on the light to face her mother.

“Please, Mom, don’t lie to me. I’m tired of living a lie.”

Tashy looked over at her daughter, the spitting image of her, with traces of her father in her complexion, and sighed.

“It’s true. Please don’t be disappointed in me, Simone. I just don’t want to embarrass you. I want to be the perfect mother and make up for all the lost time.”

Simone’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m not disappointed in you, Mom. I’m proud that you’re my mom. I’m so happy that you told me the truth. It’s okay with me, because I understand.”

“Oh, Simone, come here, honey.” Tashy cried as she embraced her daughter.

Afterward she wiped the tears off of her daughter’s face and asked, “Why did you say you were tired of living a lie? What did you have to lie about?”

“I have a girlfriend, too.” Simone shook her head, looking down at her hands.

Tashy’s eyebrows rose. “Get out of here! You kidding, right?”

Simone gave her the “do I look like I’m kidding” look.

“Your grandfather know?”

“Yeah. That’s why I wound up going to school out on corny Long Island, living in a corny neighborhood, surrounded by corny people, and having to lie to my friends about liking boys and playing girlfriend to this corny guy Scooter practically made me date.”

Simone called her grandfather by his nickname at his request. He thought “grandpa” made him feel too old. Facing her daughter, Tashy folded her legs under her and sat upright in the lotus position. Simone did the same. Feeling like a teenage girl all over again, Tashy started the girl talk.

“What’s her name? Tell me about her.”

“Her name is Mona. She lives on Twenty-ninth and Frederick Douglas... .”

They sat up all night, catching up on each other’s lives. Tashy listened attentively, learning what Simone’s life had been like after her incarceration. Sometimes, Tashy teared up, feeling that she had missed some of the important moments that Simone told her about. Secretly, she vowed never to miss these moments in her daughter’s life again.

At the same time Simone couldn’t be happier. She felt free from the burdens that she carried, talking to her mother. Scooter had sheltered her and locked her away from the real world. He had plans for her to be married to the son of a football star, whom she was currently dating, to live in a big house and produce great-grandkids he could spoil like he did her. She never talked to any of her friends like she did to Mona and now to her mother, and it felt good. Scooter had forbidden her to go to Harlem to see Mona, and she knew that he had lots of people on watch for her. All she could do was call Mona on her cell phone and talk for hours. Otherwise, she dug deep into her schoolwork and classes at LIU.



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