The Mare

Velvet

Kristal said to come in the kitchen and help her get some soda and chips, and when we were in there, she said, “You can stop by on Friday if you want to. Lydia’s goin’ out that night, and I’m taking care of the kids. You can come. Maybe you can stay when I go out. I’ll give you a little cash.”

I said, “Okay, let me find out.”

Madea said, “Sometimes I look at you, I don’t know if you got a mirror or a friend.”

I wanted to ask Kristal why she called her mom “Lydia,” but I didn’t. I was tired, and everything was strange. I wanted to see the old Haitian lady. On the way home, I hoped I would see her. If I knew where she was, I would’ve gone to find her, but I didn’t know.