SBF Seeking ...

Chapter 1 The dream should have been a tip-off nothing was going to go the way I planned. It was always the same; me slipping on my wedding dress, the shiny satin slipping down my skin as Yolanda, my twin sister and maid of honor, zipped and buttoned. I could hear her smoke-tinged voice in my ear, “Yvette, I told you to lay off those BBQ sandwiches or else get a better girdle.” My mom’s heels tapping out an impatient song as she walked back and forth in the kitchen making sure everything that should be there was not here and vice versa. Then the dream would change; my uncle Ross and I standing in the foyer of Friendship Missionary Baptist church listening to the wedding march and each other’s breathing. His Old Spice giving me an olfactory kiss of assurance on the forehead as we waited for our—my moment. The doors of the church open and we start to walk and then—I wake up. If that is not a foreshadowing of bad things to come, I do not know what is.