grinding together.
“Where you gonna stay, Summa?”
“Not here.”
“Well, at least leave the twins until you get yaself situated.”
“Dey my babies. I had ‘em, not you, and I’m keepin’ dis one too!” she screamed while continuing to pack.
Mrs. Diane leaned against the wall with her arms folded across her breasts. She was sniffling and crying like a child. She begged Summer not to leave. She didn’t want to be alone. She didn’t want her daughter out in the streets with her grandbabies. She definitely felt sorry for them because she knew Summer was still a baby herself. In her eyes, Summer wasn’t qualified to be a mother.
She watched Summer pick up the phone and make a call. The twins went over to their grandmother, each grabbing a leg. Their eyes were so innocent, and it hurt her just to look at them. Her heart skipped a beat. She looked back at Summer, who was now off the phone.
“Will I be able to see y’all?” she asked.
“When I get settled, I’ll call you.” Summer turned, grabbed the suitcases, and carried them toward the front door. She returned to the room to grab two small duffle bags, placing one on each shoulder. She stopped in front of Mrs. Diane. They stared at each other, both crying, and they hugged.
“I’m sorry, Summa.”
“I know, Mama, but I’ma be okay.”
“You ain’t got to leave, baby,” Mrs. Diane said through her tears. “I was jus’ upset. Please stay,” she begged.
“I’ll be ‘round da’ corna until I get my own place.”
“I don’t want my babies ‘round there wit’ dat stuff.”
They departed when a car horn blew out front. Summer took her boys and headed into her future. She left her mother’s house and was now on a mission for a better life.
Outside, Red Bone waited in the driver’s seat of a rental that Chris had gotten for her. When she saw Summer come out on the front porch with the luggage, she popped the trunk and got out to help her. After they loaded everything in the car, including the kids, they left. When they got to Red Bone’s house, there wasn’t anybody there except for the two of them and the kids. Summer took one end of the sofa, and Red Bone sat at the other.
“Why you leave yo’ mama’s house?” Red Bone asked, concerned.
Summer took a deep breath and swallowed hard. As she stared toward the floor, she mumbled, “I’m pregnant.”
“Again?”
Summer shot Red Bone a deadly look. “Yeah, again.” Venom followed her words.
“By who?”
She shrugged. “Either Frank or Danté.”
“And you gonna have it?”
There was a short pause. “I want to.”
“Summa, you trippin’, baby girl. It’s hard enough on you as it is, and you talkin’ ‘bout havin’ another one?”
She took in every word Red Bone had said, and then she finally said, “If it’s Danté’s, I’ll have it. At least I know he’ll help me take care of it.”
“When you gonna tell him?”
“I’m jus’ gonna be straight up wit’ him,” she said.
Red Bone took a deep breath while shaking her head side to side. Her finger waves were neatly in place. Her bright red lipstick was lined evenly. She stood up and grabbed the phone.
“You need to start makin’ dem niggas use a rubber,” she stated and then threw Summer the cordless phone.
Summer caught it, and her eyes darted around the room while her heart started to throb inside her chest. Then she begin dialing.
The bedroom was dark at Danté’s house. His windows were covered with thick wool blankets. Too Short’s vulgar lyrics were screaming in the background from his home system. The colorful lights moved horizontal, and incense gave off a smooth cherry flavor that smothered the room. His private house line rang, causing him to move slightly and moan. When the ringing continued, he extended his arm to grab the phone.
“Yeah,” he answered, his eyes still closed.
“Danté.”
“What?”
“Can you talk fo’ a minute?”
He breathed deep. He was tired from