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cure.”
    “You’re making me hungry. Well, you folks have a nice evening. Ma’am, please take better care of yourself.”
    No one said a word until he drove off into the sunset. “Leave my husband, alone. I thought you were my friend and a woman of God. You’re on church grounds trying to get your freak on. If all these people were not holding me back, I would have you laid out on a stretcher.”
    Ma balled up her fists.
    The gathered crowd just looked at Ms. Maddox in disgust.
    “I wasn’t—”
    “Whore, please, save your breath. I saw you with my own eyes right in front of my daughter,” Ma spat at her.
    Pop didn’t even dare to try to put his two cents in.

Chapter 7
    “Robert, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say. She could have pressed charges on me all of because of your dick. Are you hard now, muthafucka? Hurry up. We’re already late to your mother’s house. She hates when we’re not there on time.” Ma buckled her seat belt.
    I couldn’t even eat my food. I lost my appetite and excused myself from the table.
    “Honey, are you all right?” Ma was eating her last scoop of rice.
    “No,” I replied with tears in my eyes running to the bathroom.
    Ma and Pop followed hot on my trail.
    “Baby, I know you’re upset about today. It will never happen again.” Pop embraced me in his loving arms.
    “Why do you always hurt Ma? She is constantly yelling at you. I can’t stand it when you two fight,” I explained, buried deep into Pop’s chest.
    “Those days are over.” Pop dried my tears with a soft tissue.
    “Even though we are parents, we make mistakes.” Ma caressed my face.
    “I don’t want you two to break up. Jeremy and I are the only two people in my class whose parents are not divorced. Charlotte’s parents just went through a divorce and she hates going back and forth to her each of her parent’s house. I just want to be a kid. I don’t want to have to worry about if Ma is going to try to kill you or put you out of the house on a daily basis. I need both of you.”
    “Things got out of hand today. Your father and I are not breaking up.”
    “We will always be a family,” Pop reassured, holding Ma’s hand.
    I blew my nose in a tissue. “Promise?”
    “We promise.”
    “Let’s do team .” Pop held up his other hand. I smiled. “All right.”
    Then all three of us put our pinkie finger together and said, “T-e-a-m,” as loudly as we could, something we used to do from ever since.
    “Why are y’all crowded in here? Is there a meeting I don’t know about? Please move because I’ve got to use the bathroom. What’s wrong with my grandbaby? Alex, you barely touched your plate of good food. Robert, I will hurt you if anything is wrong with my grandbaby,” Grandma ranted, barricading the door.
    “Nothing, Grandma. I’m fine.”
    “Good. Now I made your favorite, peach cobbler smothered in vanilla ice cream.
    “Do you have Breyers All Natural vanilla ice cream?”
    “Of course. I know what my baby likes.”
    “Thanks, Grandma.” I smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
    The clock read 11:45. My throat was dry. I went down the kitchen to get a glass of Welch’s grape juice. As I walked back upstairs, I could hear moans and groans coming from my parents’ bedroom. I ran into my room and turned up the volume of the television show, Saturday Night Live , to drown out their sounds. Ma and Pop were doing it. Yuck! Well, that’s better than Ma beating him down.
    * * *
    Four hours later, I awoke to use the bathroom. My bladder was full. After I came back to my room, I felt the need to kneel down at the side of my bed. “God, I know I don’t say my prayers or read the Bible as much as You, Ma, and Grandma would like me to. Plus, my attitude does need to be a little better on Sunday mornings going to church. You see, Pop lets me stay up as late as I want, to watch scary movies and mysteries. He knows those are my favorites. If Ma happens to come in my room to