GIFTS FROM THE DEAD
“Hold still,” Jeffery ordered. “Gurrrlfriend, he worked your face good!” Jeffery gently swabbed my face with alcohol. I tried not to flinch, but that stuff burned like a mofo.
“Ow! Can’t you be easier?” I leaned away grimacing.
“Gurrrl, you amaze me. You fight a man who is more than double your size, and you is bitchin’ over a little alcohol on a little old scratch? Chile, go on!”
I took in a deep breath. “I know but he had it coming.”
“Gurrrl, you could have waited until he dozed off and got ’em with the cast-iron skillet? That’s how my mama used to get my daddy, and let me tell you, it worked too! Daddy learned to sleep with one eye open and never stray again. He liked to roam a bit too much. Yo know, water always runs to the river, that’s what my mama would say.
