My aunts rushed after her, but not before whispering to me, “You should be ashamed of yourself, upsetting your mother like that,” and, “I can’t believe you pulled a stunt like this in front of everybody.”
My uncles took this time to excuse themselves from the table, but not before casting glances at Jasmine and myself. My grandmother slowly pushed away from the table and when Yolanda jumped up to help her, she just waved her away.
“No baby, I’m fine. You stay here and talk to your sister. I’m just going to go sit on the porch for a minute and let my food settle. I have not seen that much uproar around the dinner table since your cousin Claudette said she was dropping out of college to marry that Miller boy. You know I can’t take a lot of excitement.”