Chapter Twenty
Ava
These two would be the death of me. I wouldn’t feel bad if Jesus came down and knocked some sense into their brains. Blaze pulled the chair out for me, and I sat next to Kianna, who glared at her mother.
“Tell us about yourself, Blaze,” Aunt Geraldine investigated.
She was the type that would ask Kianna’s date for a DNA swab when she was younger in high school, heading into college.
“I’m a chemist like Ava and have my own business.”
“Do you drink?” she questioned, while holding a glass of rum and Coke in her hand.
“Auntie!”
“Girl, be quiet. This is my job.”
“I do occasionally, in social settings.”
“You hit women? Because my niece and daughter learned Jujitsu,” Auntie Geraldine said.
I covered my head in my hands.
“Ignore them,” I whispered in Blaze’s ear.
“I
