Sis. Fulton accepted and replied silently, “thank you, Deborah.”
Mrs. Cobb stood silent, angered, and glaring. She didn’t say a word; however, both she and Shawn knew none were needed. Mrs. Cobb looked down, and yes, Shawn was staring at her.
“You mind yo’ business.”
As those words left her mouth, she instantly felt the hypocrisy. Shawn tapped her leg, and she was about to apologize. However, he was pointing.
She looked up and was startled, in all her emotions, she didn’t notice the Talbert family standing at the door.
“Good morning Team Talbert,” she said with joy and familiarity. They exchanged hugs, and she continued her task. They never signed/said another word.
Inside, Tasha’s class was ready. She went to the door to welcome her 1st & 2nd graders to class. Today was important. The kids were 3-months into preparation for the Bible Bowl, and everyone was excited, especially the West River youth-group. They had finished in 2nd place 4 years in a row to Pembroke Creek, and this year, they felt confident in gaining 1st.
Tasha felt she should be happy; however, she wasn’t. She had lost her grandmother and now her job. Tasha missed her grandmother. Grandma Jo was the only one who seemed to understand her struggles.
She could almost hear her grandmother say, “Now Deborah, you know she’s young. Don’t act like you ain’t neva been young.” Tasha was almost lost in the thought; however, she refused to cry.
Just then, a young man walked to the door with a girl and a bag.
Tasha firmly whispered, “Yo’ momma couldn’t do her hair, she act like she can do everythang.”
He replied, “Whateva, I’ll pick her up Friday.”
Tasha quietly snapped, “Be on time.”