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me.”
         Momma filled
two plates with scrambled eggs and I helped by bringing over the blueberry
pancakes and syrup to our little, and oval, chestnut breakfast table.
         Settling
down, I admired all she’d done. “Oh, Momma, thank you. You didn’t have to rush
to do this before going to work. I could’ve fixed something to eat later.”
         She kissed
me on the forehead then sat in the chair beside me. “Now you stop. I only get
to see my baby on weekends now so of course I’m gonna feed you good. Lord knows
what you’re eating so far away.”
         I sniffed.
“Jeez, Momma, I’m not so far away. I’m still in Maryland, just not in
Baltimore. Harrington is less than an hour’s drive from Berlin Heights. I
didn’t go that far.”
         She bit down
on her blueberry pancake and rolled her eyes. “You make it sound like I forced
you to go. Remember, you got a good scholarship that covers everything.
Besides, it’s important that you experience life away from home to get the hang
of it. That’s what my parents taught me. I was on my own at seventeen, two
years younger than you are now.”
         Momma
stopped eating. She rested her fingers on her fork, nails tapping an absent
rhythm against the stem. Her dark eyes clouded, only to stare in the distance
as though she were caught in the grips of some memory. “Can’t believe how
strong I was then,” she muttered, her voice was so soft it surprised me.
         The moment
passed, but it left its mark in the form of a small, secretive smile that
teased the corners of her lips. She picked her fork up, shaking it at me before
using it to spear another pancake. “You’re lucky, you know.”
         “Yep, I
know, because you always remind me,” I teased.
         She pointed
her fork at me. “Watch it,” Then went back to eating. “How’s your second year
going so far?”
         “ So far,
so good ,” I sang.
         She gazed up
from her plate. “Hmm hmm…I saw a Mrs. Watson the other day at work. In fact, I
think that woman showed up at Thompson’s on purpose to complain to me. She said
you were supposed to have dinner with her son on Tuesday night and you didn’t
show up. Who’s this Tobias and how come I’ve never heard about him before? Did
he go to Berlin Heights High School?”
         Her
questions were spilling over like a waterfall. I felt dazed. “Momma, it doesn’t
matter who he is because I’m not interested in him. I don’t know why he had his
mommy seek you out, either. That’s ridiculous.”
         She sighed
and wrinkled her forehead. “Moya, I worry about you sometimes. Your dad—”
         “You don’t
have to worry about me. I’m fine.” I assured her. “It’s almost 9 o’clock. You
have to get to work, don’t you?”
         She shot up
from the chair and took the red satin hair wrap off her head. Momma’s curls
fell off her shoulders as she bent over to hug me. They were much longer than
mine.
         I felt the
usual warmth of her embrace as she tightened her arms around my body. “Alright,
I see you’re trying to dodge the topic by chasing me off. Love you baby. See
you later.”
         “See ya
Momma. Love you too.” I replied with my mouth stuffed with pancakes.
         My eyes
followed her as she grabbed her keys off the kitchen counter and hurried out
the front door.
         Momma was
like Vanessa, always bugging me to give someone a chance. Their constant
pushing had me fed up to the point where I actually considered my attitude
towards guys.
         Truth be
told, it wasn’t my intention to come off livid to every guy I met. I was only
guarding myself from obvious heartache. Still, it never bothered me as much
before when other guys called me cold. But why did it hit me differently when
Branden said it?
         “No.” I
shook my head, talking to myself while at the kitchen sink, washing dishes.
“Vanessa’s wrong. Branden is just like