Jade tried to stick her tongue down my throat when she kissed me goodbye. I was sore, passion marked, tired, bit the happiest I had been in months. It seemed a bit superficial. I mean, the basis for all of our interactions was lust. The feeling was so powerful it made it difficult to think about anything else.
Even now, if I had been thinking clearly, I would have noticed my parents had witnessed our goodbye from the prime location of the car next to us.
When I opened her car door, and heard my name being said in such a calm manner, it was so unexpected, I jumped. I recognized Reverend Ferguson’s voice anywhere and I knew she wasn’t alone.
They took their time getting out of their shiny Cadillac. From the grimaces set on both of their faces, I knew this was not a friendly visit.
They followed me inside. Deacon gave me a nasty look before he stalked towards his empty food bowl.
“Daughter, we accept your sexuality, but must you carry yourself in this manner? And when was the last time you were home? It smells like dog sh–” That was my Pops speaking. He often slipped into a non-Christian vernacular.
“I worked last night…”
“So now this job is keeping you out ALL night and into the next evening? How do you find the time to go to church when you keep those kind of hours?” Reverend Ferguson, aka Rev Mama, picked up a fish net shirt that hung on the outside of my closet. “Please tell me that something goes underneath this…”
I took it from her hands and put it inside the closet, securely closing the door. I leaned against it. My eyes darted back and forth between them.
“What?” My tone expressed my exasperation. I hated surprises and surprise visits from my parents were the worst kind.
The Reverend held up a lacy thong and matching bra that had previously resided on my kitchen counter. She held a card in her other hand. “Life…” Her eyes darted up at me. “Thank you for all that you do and for doing it so well…humph…”
“Who is it from?” I asked assuming there was more to the card.
“You mean you don’t know?”