บท 18: Chapter 18

“Don’t even think about trying to get up in my closet to sneak some of my clothes in your bag,” I shouted as her foot touched the bottom step. Kenya and I wore the same size despite me being two inches shorter. It seems every time she came to visit, shirts and skirts magically disappeared.

“I wasn’t even going toward your room. I was going to the bathroom.”

“You just passed a bathroom.”

“I thought Aunt Lena was going to use that one.”

Adapting the older cousin voice reserved just for her, I said, “You better get your fast tail down here and sit down,”

“You ain’t my momma.” Kenya said, plopping down on the couch and sticking her tongue out at me. I, of course, stuck mine out at her.

Chuckling, my mother said, “You girls need to stop. The two of you have been fussing since her momma brought her home from the hospital.”

“Okay,” I said, giving Kenya my trademark squinty eyes, “Kenya, I thought you needed to go to the bathroom.”