ready to stay there for the rest of your life.”
Harmony finally understood her options. Putting her guards down, after pleasing her uncle that night, she knocked on Shirley’s door and pleased her, too. And so the cycle continued for months at a time. Where she would use her body, to get what she wanted in life. This was also how she learned to become a woman.
One day while playing outside, she remembered what her uncle said about knowing what she desired out of life. Sure her and Jace were friends, but she wanted something more.
“ Jace, do you like Brittany?” She asked him sitting on his back door step.
“ She cool, why?”
“ Do she do stuff for you?”
“ What you talkin’ about?”
“ You know, kiss you, and touch your stuff?”
“ Naw…not really.” He said. “But she dresses nice and smells real good.”
That hurt and she knew he couldn’t say the same thing about her. So she started asking Shirley and Charles for money. First she’d ask for money for the ice cream truck, then it was money for new clothes. She learned how to please Shirley and Charles so well, that they soon gave her everything she wanted, including alcohol. Day after day, she would suppress what she felt inside, until she thought her feelings didn’t matter anymore. Her impressions of life and people were distorted and her reasoning was way off. In the end more damage had been done to her young mind than could ever be repaired.
One afternoon while preparing to go see Jace outside, a white man knocked on the door. Shirley answered and he asked for Harmony, claiming to have known her father.
“ Come in.” Shirley told him.
The stranger walked inside with an envelope in hand and said, “I’d like to speak to her alone.” Harmony knew instantly that this must be the man her father told her would come and visit. “This is private.” He continued.
“ If you don’t speak in front of me you can just turn around and leave. This here is my house.”
“ I see,” he started adjusting his tie, “well, my name is Terrace Strong, and I’m Cornell’s lawyer." He spoke calmly.
“ Cornell?” Shirley said sarcastically. “We have done everything we could to get in touch with that fool, after all, I am lookin’ afta his daughter you know.”
“ I do.”
“ Do you?” She paused. “‘Cause as you can see, she don’t want for nothin’. Where you think the money is comin’ from? Off trees?” Shirley continued, speaking of the new clothes Harmony was wearing, that she had licked her ass to get. “And now he wants to reach out?”
“ Mam, I’m not here to argue with you. I’m here to tell Harmony, and you, that Cornell is dead." The words hit Harmony like a ton of bricks and she dropped to the floor. Hope was gone the day her uncle entered her room, but hope was lost now. “Now, he asked me to give her something, and that’s what I’m here to do.”
“ So them cops finally got him, huh?”
The man did not respond. Instead he nervously handed Harmony the envelope, and said, “He loved you very much.”
Shirley snatched the envelope from her and counted five thousand dollars. “I know you not tellin’ me this all he gave me to take care of her?”
“ He didn’t give YOU anything. The money belongs to Harmony.” And just like that, he walked out the door.
Harmony had the swollen envelope filled with money in her hands for less than a minute before Shirley took it from her. However, Shirley was onto something, his lawyer managed to take everything from Cornell before his dying day. In the end leaving Harmony with nothing for her future. Once a millionaire Cornell Phillips died with not a penny to his name.
“ Well, looks like he wasn’t such a dead beat after all.” Shirley said tucking the money in her bra. “And don’t worry girl, you keep takin’ care of me like you do, and I’ll keep takin’ care of you.”
In a daze, Harmony shuffled her bare feet across the dirty kitchen floor and