“Hi Margie!” I said
as I extended my hand, “Nice ta meetcha!”
“She my niece,” The
old lady said.”
“I no joo from som
wa?” Morgana smiled.
“It’s a small world.”
I said.
She saw my samples,
picked up a pair of ruby earrings, looking as if she was interested, but it was really a pretext to talk to me.
“Oh I like deeze!”
She smiled.
“Mee ha, I can get
those from my nay bor, he’s too expensive.”
“Oh, I just wanna
look, tia.”
At that moment the
place started to get busy, so the old lady took the order from me, and asked:
“When I get deeze
bangles?”
“Five days okay?””
“Make it for the
weekend, please.”
“Ya got it!” I said.
“She smiled,” and
left us alone.
“Where ever did you
come up with Morgana?” I smiled.
“Hey man, ya neva
hoid of a stage name?”
“It’s cool!”
“I’m glad ya hea, did you drink some of that focking punch too?”
“Sweety everybody drank dat punch, and everybody who took dat sheet is still tripping.”
“Me too, man, I still don’t feel good.” She responded.
“How have ya been
feeling.”
“I can’t sleep since
then.”
“You know you shouldn’t be alone ata time like diz.”
“I’ve been alone since, dude, an it’s been ugly, man…sometimes I think about Iggy, an alla det shit, man?”
“What shit?” I asked as I raised my eyebrows and looked right into her lovely brown eyes.
“Oh!”
She smiled, she felt we didn’t know anything about what had happened to her. Her bright brown eyes sparkled with glee, and I gave her a blank stare in response, playing it dumb to the hilt.
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