these people on a regular basis.
âYes, Jayd. Outsiders: people who are not a part of your family, your lineage, your bloodline. Your destiny was carved out way before you were even thought of, little girl. And the path youâre etching out for yourself is in direct contradiction to that divine destiny.â Mama continues her reading, taking one of the loose note cards from the ancient text and using it as a bookmark. Unlike the pages in this book, my lifeâs not written yet.
âDonât I get a say in the way my life unfolds?â I know I sound like a bratty teenager but for real. Iâve been living this spiritual life for seventeen years now. When do I get a break to just do me? I know my life includes the crazy dreams and everything else that comes with my lineage, and Iâve accepted that. But there has to be a way to balance the best of both worlds. Otherwise, whatâs the point?
âOf course you do, just like your mama did. And we see how well that turned out,â Mama says, eyeing the weathered pages in front of her. I donât like where this conversation is leading and from the look of it, neither does my grandmother.
âBut my mom turned out okay in the end,â I say, fingering the five jade bracelets on my left arm. I wonder if they can protect me against the wrath I feel coming from Mama.
âYes, she did. And as her mother, Iâm just grateful sheâs alive and healthyâfor the most part.â
âWhat do you mean, âfor the most partâ? Is there something I should know?â I ask, alarmed at the possibility my motherâs ill or something else just as disturbing.
âNothing that you arenât already aware of,â Mama says, rubbing her tired eyes underneath her reading glasses. âFor a priestess to lose her power is tantamount to one losing a hand or the use of their eyes. So like I said, Lynn Marie is healthy, for the most part.â
âI donât see what me getting involved in more school activities has to do with my sight. Iâm still dreaming and retaining my memory, just like Iâm supposed to,â I say, stopping short of admitting Iâve retained more than a memory from one of my dreams about my mother. Iâm still in disbelief that Iâve kept her powers, but Iâm not letting Mama know or sheâll strip me of them before I can make a good case as to why I should keep them. Theyâve already been beneficial to my friends and Mrs. Carmichael, and that has to count for something.
âYes, about that,â Mama says, turning the book around to face me. âYou have no idea what youâre supposed to be able to do because you donât spend enough time on your spirit studies. How do you know what your true potential is if you donât invest fully in your talent?â
âExactly my point about cheer and becoming a debutante,â I say, surprised at the logic in my argument. Why am I so gung ho about making a case for my newfound activities when I myself am fundamentally against becoming active in either group? I guess now that theyâre on the table I feel like I want to keep them, just like my momâs cold-ass abilities and my bid for ASU president. Theyâre both in my destiny and itâs time to claim them.
âJayd, what the hell good is becoming a debutante going to do you? Those heffas know nothing about real work or our way of life. All they do is sip tea and talk shit,â Mama says, shuddering at the thought. âTrust me, Jayd, I know more about that world than you realize. Me and Teresa go way, way back and despite her name, sheâs no saint.â Iâve never heard Mama refer to Nigelâs mother by her first name. I almost forgot she had one.
âI know sheâs a tough lady, but this opportunity is bigger than her. Besides, I gave my word.â I look at the wall clock and realize itâs already past noon. I need to do my