dressed up and go out after their all-day ritual honoring our ancestral mothers. Itâs a beautiful ceremony and I always feel renewed after participating every year.
I have yet to tell Mama about me becoming a debutante with Mrs. Esopâs sorority and possibly a cheerleader next year. Much like with my Advanced Placement exams, Mama wonât be happy with the time spent on my newfound extracurricular activities. I donât know how to break the news to her, but it has to be done. Iâm sure sheâs going to wonder why I canât stay for dinner today, and lying about it wonât work with Mama for long. Itâs going to be a tough sell, though. Sheâs never gotten along well with Nigelâs mother, who thinks my grandmother is related to the Antichrist and Mama feels the same way about her. Their hating goes back to when Mrs. Esop was still in Compton, having come from Louisiana with Mama, Netta, Esmeralda and a lot of our other neighbors. I wonder if Mrs. Esopâs snooty friends feel the same way. If they say one cross word about my grandmother or my mother, Iâm outâdamn our verbal agreement.
âJayd, hand me the shea butter, please. And could you crush some more vanilla beans for the big belly balm? Weâre going to need it for that girlâs growing stomach,â Mama says, mixing the ingredients in the mortar. Iâm so glad sheâs making a special batch of the cream for Mickey, even though Mama made it very clear itâs for the baby and not my fast-ass friend.
âWhat does vanilla do besides make it smell good?â I ask, immediately sorry that I did. I take the small, dark brown beans out of one of the dozens of glass containers lining the shelves. The look in Mamaâs eyes is enough to show how much sheâs disappointed in my lack of spiritual prowess. Iâve been studying my spirit lessons, but not as much as she thinks I should. I canât tell her that Iâm more interested in studying about my momâs gift of sight than about ingredients for the various recipes Mama specializes in. After a few more minutes, Mama softens her look and answers my question.
âVanilla has many benefits. For expectant mothers it is a soothing herb, especially when coupled with sandalwood and lavender,â she says, taking more of the ground ingredients from the cutting board and drizzling them into a marble bowl before beating them with the matching pestle. I love Mamaâs tools. She rarely lets me use the ancient bowl and pounder because sheâs afraid Iâll break them. But the various wooden combinations lining the cabinets work just as well for me.
âThe balm smells so good I could spread it on a biscuit and eat it,â I say, mixing the almond oil, melted cocoa butter, and another special oil Mama didnât give me the name of, in my smaller mortar, waiting for further instructions.
âYou could, but it might not taste so good,â Mama says, smiling at me. Itâs always nice being in the spirit room with Mama, especially when itâs a bright, sunny day like today. Itâs over eighty degrees outside and a slight breeze is blowing through the screen door, dispersing our healing scents through the tiny house. Even LexiâMamaâs loyal German shepherdâis enjoying the day from her usual post at the threshold. âWhich reminds me, what are we having for dinner this evening? Iâve got some fresh salmon from Mr. Webb and we can make some honey butter and biscuits to go with it.â Oh, that sounds so delicious. I know they wonât have anything like that to eat at the tea this afternoon.
âAbout that,â I say, easing into my admission. âI actually have a function to attend this afternoon and I donât think Iâll make it back in time for dinner.â Mama continues her mixing, not looking up from the smooth concoction. I hope Mickey knows what sheâs getting, but she
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