Mama B - A Time to Dance (Book 2) by Stimpson Michelle

Author:Stimpson, Michelle [Stimpson, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-03-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself!” she hollered in my face, her wide-brim hat flapping up and down with every syllable. Didn’t help that her finger was within an inch of my nose.

Lord knows, I had to step back because ain’t nobody been up in my face like that since the 1960s, when a white man told me to get out of his store despite the desegregation laws. I’ll be a monkey’s uncle before I let it happen again!

“Henrietta, you can come back here when you can talk to me like you got some sense,” I declared.

I tried to shut the screen door back, but she grabbed the wood frame. I heard Derrick’s footsteps coming toward us, thank God.

“What’s going on?”

“Derrick, if this woman don’t get off my back porch, I’m gonna call the police.”

He put a hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me aside, so he was standing between me and Henrietta. “What seems to be the problem?”

“I tell you the problem. She’s two-timin’ the pastor! I heard tell you was out with some man. Same one who took care of Geneva in the hospital. And now you gon’ cheat on pastor with the woman who didn’t save his wife’s life? B, I always thought you was hidin’ something underneath all that holy happy Jesus and Mary Magdalena pretendin’ act. And now you done proved it!”

Chile, if I’d never heard the devil’s suggestions before, I certainly heard them that day. He wanted me to reach past Derrick and snatch that hat and wig up offa Henrietta’s head. He wanted me to retch back into my before-I-was-saved days and say some cuss words. But one thing I know: when I feel my insides boilin’ over, that’s my cue to snap my mouth shut tight ‘cause the enemy tryin’ hard as he can to pull me into his trap.

However, I rolled my eyes when I left her standing there with Derrick. Then she got louder – tried to chase me around my own house with her voice. I couldn’t make out all of what she was saying. Probably a good thing, too.

I did hear Derrick threaten, “Miss Henrietta, if you don’t get off this back porch, I’m going to get Pastor Phillips.”

“You can’t scare me with my own pastor!” she barked. “I got a good mind to pop you!”

Next come a loud yell from Derrick. “Why’d you hit me?”

I done had enough of her, Lord. “I’m calling the police!” I warned from the kitchen.

“No, Mama B!” I heard him slam the door shut. He came running back in to find me. “No. There can be no police activity at this address.”

I set the phone back on the charger. Took a good look at the fresh red handprint forming on my nephew’s face. Henrietta need to quit! Just ‘cause she old don’t give her no right to go around boppin’ people. ‘Specially not when she still strong enough to leave a mark.

“She’s gone, anyway. It’s over.”

He sat down at the dinette.

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