I followed her to Momo Jean’s house after church. When we pulled, I saw a short, dreaded dark complexed man sitting on the steps. There is only one person who wears cut up jeans, a torn tee, and Chuck Taylor shoes. That was my cousin, Jacob. He was sitting on the porch waiting for Terrence to give him some weed like he always does.
“Hey, Dani,” he spoke to her and not me.
I did nothing to him, but he is both of sisters’ keeper. I stopped and spoke, anyway.
“Hey, Jacob. Uh, how is it going?” I asked.
“You alright, bruh.”
“Aha. Well, excuse me. I’m tryna get into Momo’s house. Can you push over?”
“Say one more and...” Jacob stood up tall at 5’9” on the steps. He has his fist clenched. Scruffy, facial hair ravaged his face.
“And what?!” Terrence came out of the house, overhearing our e
