TITLE: PLANTING STRAWBERRIES ON SUNDAY
GENRE: MG Paranormal
Momma spooned grits and eggs on a plate and sat it before me, but I was only in the mood for cereal so that’s what I got. She took the plate back. “You must really be upset with me if you are passing on my grits and eggs.”
I wasn’t upset with Momma, but since I never mentioned Lucy, I didn’t want to make her mad. So I sat quietly listening to the snapping, crackling, and popping of my cereal. “Daddy, Can I ask you a question?”
“ It’s ‘May I’ ask you a question?” Claudia corrected me as usual with a big don’t-you-feel-dumb look on her face. “ Say it!”
“ May I asked you a question?” I gave here the evil eye while shaking my head.
“Yeah, shoot! What’s up little man?”
“What would you do if someone called you a nigger?”
The kitchen quieted. No one moved until Momma’s fork hit her plate breaking the silence. She took a deep breath, cracked her knuckles, and reached across the table taking my hands in hers. “ What’s this about CJ?”
“Ooh-ooh! It’s about to get good and crunk!” The Twins, Cameron and Carlton, my fourteen-year-old brothers, moved directly across from me. “Okay, CJ, did they call you nigger with an ‘e r’ on the end, or niggah with an ‘a h’ on the end?”
“Shut up, stupid!” Claudia, my twelve-year-old sister, hit Cameron upside his head before spooning grits on her plate. “Only an idiot would think there’s a difference.”
“Well, there is!”
"I rest my case."