Where There's Smoke 2: When the Smoke Clears by Terra Little

Author:Terra Little [Little, Terra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, United States, African American, Urban, Contemporary Fiction, American, Literary, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B00H56PV9M
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2013-06-02T04:00:00+00:00

Isaiah

That whole scene in Grandberry’s office was embarrassing as hell. My old dude taking flight and slamming a brotha against the wall, breaking up three of Grandberry’s picture frames and scaring the shit out of Doolittle’s cat. My mama slinging snot east, west, north and south, while trying to wrestle my old dude off of me. Grandberry threatening to call security if my crazy parents didn’t settle down and my old dude telling him to sit his cross-eyed ass down before he wrapped the phone cord around his head like a rubber band. Doolittle crawling around on the floor, trying to convince his cat that it was safe to come out from under Grandberry’s desk. And my mama in her stilettos, accidentally stepping on the cat’s tail when the little ugly thing finally did come out.

I could’ve broken out speaking in tongues when my old dude’s cell phone rang and sent him out into the hallway to take the call. My mama went skipping out behind him and I thought peace had finally been restored. Until they started shouting at each other in the hallway, that is. I prayed for an earthquake to suddenly hit, a volcano to erupt, anything to shut my parents up. I didn’t have no problem admitting to people that my folks were special, but this was straight ridiculous.

By the time we left Grandberry’s office, nothing had been decided, but one thing was for sure, Grandberry and Doolittle were happy to see the doorknob hitting our asses, for real. After all the clowning and acting black my parents had done, there still wasn’t anything that could be done to stop the inevitable. My disciplinary hearing was scheduled for two weeks from now and I had to wait until then to find out if I was going to lose everything I had worked so hard for. Plus, I was being suspended until then.

I probably should’ve killed Marion when I had the chance. I could survive my old dude’s neck choking and hollering like a fool, but my mama’s doe-eyed, little girl lost looks was a different story. A brotha would happily bust a cap in somebody’s ass and go sit down for a bid, just to keep from getting one of those looks. I think my old dude knew just what the hell he was doing when he mumbled something about having some runs to make real quick and jetted, leaving me alone with her.

“Mama,” I said for the third time.

We were in my dorm room supposedly packing up the rest of my stuff, but she was doing more pouting and I was doing more explaining than anything else. I tossed the last of my clothes in the super-size duffel bag lying open on the bed and dropped down to my haunches in front of her. She had plopped down on the bed and refused to move—acting like a little kid.

I squeezed her thighs and made her look at me. “I can’t even lie and say I wasn’t fighting, because I was.

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