Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

I didn’t feel like getting up that Sunday and I didn’t plan on getting up the Sunday after that. Instead, I pulled my duvet over my knees and sat up in my bed straining my ears to hear every word that she said. “She hasn’t moved an inch, that is what I am trying to tell you.” She snapped. I always knew when she was losing patience. She became short, and all of her responses came out fast and sharp, like each word were a hard pellet. They all stung. “Eddie, I don’t need to hear your suggestions. I need to know if you are going to come over here and talk to your mother or did you forget you had one?” She started yelling right then. The two of them must have got to fussing again. I sat perfectly still, as if the slightest movement would affect my ability to hear her shouting. “To hell with you Eddie, I don’t have time to deal with your ignorant ass today!” The sound of the phone slamming against the receiver made me wonder if the girl done broke my phone. I settled back into bed