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doing this for a good, things would be better. I was going to
miss my mother.
    The sun was still dead, not yet risen and no
moon nor clouds were in the motionless sky, only the sorrowful
emptiness and Mom’s lonely voice shaking.
    “Remember what the pastor said, you remember?
... Sometimes doing the good will hurt. It’s not an easy road, ok?”
She ran both hands down my blouse then lightly rested both palms on
my chest.
    Mr. Douglas tried opening the our zinc gate.
The gate had black rubber hinges made from square cuts of car
tyres. The noisy rattling on the zinc gate was added to the sound
of Mom’s voice. The rubbery hinges gave the gate an automatic
slam-shut that sounded like God clapped his hands in the quiet. Mom
and I snapped our head around at the sound of the zinc slamming.
She knew he was coming. This was it. Her lips trembled and she
spoke faster,
    “Look this way honey, others going to judge
you bad baby.” She placed one palm on my cheek turning me around,
“Look this way, look ... they’ll say bad things, but honey, they
don’t know, they don’t know, lord knows they don’t know." I
listened as my nose grabbed a lungful of the cool atmosphere, the
clean morning air tunnelled through my nose and into my mouth; it
tasted unpolluted and filled with nature’s fresh morning-dew, the
light smell of blossoms, rivers and the perfumy essence of flowers.
Mommy’s face looked like crucifixion.
    “You see, doing the good sometimes is doing
the lesser evil. And it hurts, every strand of my hair and every
muscle in my body pains me.” The tears came in two streams down her
face. Lassy barked as Mr. Douglas stepped on to our raw-concrete
doorstep. She pulled me into her bosom and wrapped her hands around
my head, rocking with me and protecting me.
    “Listen Lee and never forget.” Both her open
palms clasped my cheeks and she firmed her eyes into mine. “No
matter what others say, never let it stop you from doing the good,
no matter how difficult the good is. Pride is as invisible as the
words of gossip and it will hurt you deep.” Her palms pressingly
shook my cheeks with passion, “But only when YOU let them
hurt you Lee ...” Her heart hoped that I understood at only
fourteen. My slender fingers squeezed on my gray handbag.
    She was counselling herself too as she sent
off her girl child. Her eyes penetrated deep beyond my child’s eyes
and her words aimed at the goodness of my soul. “But only when you
let them WIN Lee ... Only when you let them WIN! O.K? You
understand mi. Right?” Mommy quieted. The morning became a
listening silence. I answered,
    “Yes Mommy.”
    A chilly wind blew through the window, swayed
Mom’s black slip, and all her tears broke loose from her eyes. My
small hands brushed away her tears. I would not let her down.
    The heavy scent of Mr. Douglas’ cologne
climbed through the faulty joinings of our board house, spread into
the livingroom, and forced itself up my irritated nose. There was a
knock-knock at the door and a husky voice in a formal tone
called,
    “Mrs. Lexings... Mrs. Lexings.”
    Knock! Knock! Knock!
    “Mrs. Lexings!”
    Mommy waited forty days and forty nights
before she answered low, with a cry in her voice,
    “Coming.”
    She kissed my forehead, ran one hand down my
blouse one last time, breathing out forcibly, and then stood to her
feet. Beside her small feet were all my packed belongings, in three
black scandal bags.
    Less than an hour later, emergency. Asthma.
Mom was rushing with Pinky to the hospital, with the only money she
had left. The dinner money.

    I took my eyes off the bathroom door. Nathan
hoisted back my gown over my bent ass.
     

CHAPTER 4
Heart Forgives but After I Revenge
    by: Leelia Lexings
    I can’t afford anyone hearing us, I quietly
yelp to him,
    “Take your time with it babes ... It’s not
running away.”
    Wincing my face in an ugly plea, eyes rolls
to the sky but pussy wet and drooling with delight, almost
dripping. He slows