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name?” I repeated
them in my head; ‘ReKesha’, ‘Rita’. They were somewhat close. They held the
same first and last letter. I would have thought Kesha would have been a better
shortened version of her name though.
         “No. Some people call her Kesha, and my nana used to
call her Keke when she was a child, but there’s never been a Rita.” Maya
answered.
         “So why has she been going by Rita these last six
years?” I exclaimed in utter ‘what the hell’ confusion.
         Maya sighed, looking torn. “Never mind. It doesn’t
matter now. For years you guys have been calling her Rita, so she’s Rita to
you. It’s just strange hearing it.”
         She went to move away but I reached out to stop her,
wrapping my fingers around her arm. There was no way we were dropping this.
“Hold up. I’m not done yet. You make it sound like your mother objects to being
called Rita. I want to know if that’s true.”
         She bit at her lip, looking even more torn, and I
started to get so absorbed by her mouth that I nearly forget what we were
talking about, until she finally spoke. “I don’t think I was supposed to say
anything.”
         I could be pretty persuasive when I wanted. “Please,
Maya, I would like to know. I won’t say anything to anyone if you don’t want me
to.”
         Dark eyes stared up into mine intently, and I stared
down into hers in the same manner. God, she was beautiful. It was amazing how
creamy and flawless her skin was. I couldn’t even see any pores. Our nearness
appeared to be affecting her because she flushed, her arm tensed in my grip,
and her breathing escalated. My body was becoming just as affected, wanting to
pull her closer, but she pulled away, breaking the connection.
         “Okay, that would probably be best.” She nodded,
rubbing at her arm, flustered. “I only found out days ago that you all called my
mama Rita. I asked her why, and she said that your mother wasn’t that keen on
mama’s first name, said it was too ostentatious for a housekeeper.” It looked
like she was holding back an eye roll. “So she suggested that Rita might be
better. Mama agreed because she needed the job, and it really wasn’t that big
of a deal to her.”
         I stared at her in shock, and before I could stop it
laughter erupted out of me.
         Maya looked predictably peeved. “I don’t really think
it’s all that funny.”
         “I’m sorry. This isn’t funny laughter; it’s more like
‘I can’t believe my mother went that far’ laughter.” I clarified, shaking my
head in astonishment at my mother’s behavior. “That’s just…fucking
unbelievable, that she did that. My mother expects everything around her to be
a certain way, and if it’s not than she will make it so anyway she can, but
having your mother change her name is just...” I shook my head in incredulity.
         Maya stared at me worriedly. “You won’t say anything
though, right? I thought everyone here knew about it.”
         “I said I wouldn’t say anything and I won’t, even
though it’s going to be really difficult to call your mother Rita now when I
know it’s not her name.”
         She pushed the vacuum over to the door, and then
reached down into her bucket of supplies to pull out furniture polish and a
cloth. “Actually, it will probably be more strange than difficult. You’ve been
calling my mama Rita for so long that calling her something else would be
difficult.” She corrected with a snap of the cloth, and a raised eyebrow, commanding
my agreement.
         She was right, and adorable in her ‘know it all
attitude’. It would be more difficult to call her mother something else
after all this time. I wasn’t going to admit that though, because my mother had
been wrong in what she done. I mean, how fucking elitists could you get that
you felt you had the right to change someone’s name?
         “It would only take about a