Over dinner Laquetta and Aisha kept the conversation light. They’d had enough heaviness for one evening. They talked a lot about motherhood and about all the shopping they were going to do before and after the baby was born.
“Any thoughts on what you’re going to name the baby?” Aisha asked, dipping a large sweet and sour shrimp in duck sauce.
“If it’s a boy, Felix Jr. of course. If it’s a girl, Dominique with the extension ‘QUE’ instead of ‘C’,” Laquetta replied, picking up a forkful of moo goo gai pan. She’d already eaten two tacos from the large spread on the kitchen table. Pretty soon she would no longer be a size three.
Aisha’s eyes watered. “I think that’s great. I hope it’s a girl then.” She took a hearty bite of shrimp.
“Shh…don’t say that around Felix. He wants a boy,” Laquetta whispered.
Aisha burst out laughing. “Girl, that man can’t hear us from all the way in
“I guess not, huh?” Laquetta couldn’t help but laugh, too. Despite the sharp tongue Aisha had at times, her laugh was infectious and her smile could light up a room.
“Right. That’s just too many miles away unless the man has supersonic-bionic ears. Speaking of miles, I decided to stay in
“Great.” Laquetta grinned around a mouthful of Chinese cuisine. “Will you be needing this house?” she asked after swallowing. “I’d much rather have a relative living here than strangers.”
“No, I’m actually thinking of getting an apartment in
Aisha erupted in laughter again. “Laquetta, I thought you knew by now that I’m a rowdy girl. And that as a rowdy girl, I like rowdy cities.” When her stepsister’s face blushed crimson again, she laughed even harder. “Okay, if it’ll make you feel any better, you can help me find a security access building on the west side of
“Deal.” Laquetta began to laugh, too. Except she laughed at herself for sounding just like her father. Daddy Burgess was a very judgmental man. Laquetta would have to try harder not to be like him in that aspect.
“But seriously though, Aisha, I’m not against you moving to
Neither of the sisters laughed now as they shared a moment of silent reflection about their brother. How he would never see their niece or nephew. While Laquetta’s grief was chaste, Aisha’s was bitter and angry, causing her countenance to become stormy and menacing again.
Oh my! Laquetta exclaimed silently when she looked Aisha’s way again. Lord, I’m going to do special prayer for my sister from this point on, she vowed. I have a feeling she’s going to need it, Laquetta added, determined to keep her spiritual ears wide open for any prayer prompts concerning Aisha starting now.
© 2005 by Suprina Frazier