nonsense.â
I laughed and Pauline said, âI just never heard of no Trinidadian woman practicing Chinese medicine. Donât make no sense.â
Khaki shook her head. âShe doesnât only practice Chinese medicine. She does like everything. Indian medicine, Ayurvedic medicine, yoga therapy. Sheâs studied all over the world. Sheâs super brilliant.â Khaki paused to hug me. âShe felt like this herb concoction was what my body was telling her it needed.â
âYour who said what?â I said.
Khaki shook her head. âI know. Itâs insane.â
I looked over into that brew on the stove and saw all sorts of ungodly sticks and leaves and whatnot just floating around in there. âI think you got taken,â I whispered. âThat lady give you what the yard men didnât get off the street.â
âThatâs what I thought,â Khaki said, turning the stove on.
âWhat you doing, baby?â Pauline asked.
âMy body
feels
like this slop needs to boil down more.â
My ankles and hips got to groaninâ and cracklinâ as I climbed up onto the stool at the counter. âWhat is that godforsaken potion?â I asked. It mighta looked like yard clippings, but it smelled worse than a plastic pie pan meltinâ in the oven.
âItâs
herbs
.â
âHerbs? Donât them things come in a pill or something?â
Khaki pointed at me like I hit the nail on the head and let her hand slap back on her skinny thigh. âExactly.â
Pauline laughed and leaned right on over beside me.
âLooks like that baby be coming any minute,â she said.
I nodded. âI darn sure hope so. My feet and ankles get much bigger and theyâre gonna bust all over the kitchen.â
Khaki made a face. âThatâs even grosser than this.â
I felt my face getting right red, looked down at the white marble counter and then back up at Khaki. âIâm real sorry that Iâm pregnant and you ainât. It kind of makes me feel like bragging, struttinâ around here with my big belly.â
âDonât be silly,â Khaki said, waving her hand.
To be downright honest, it didnât feel all that bad. I ainât never had much to brag about, growing up like I did. I never had a new car or the fancy shoes or even the best backpack. So, to have something that somebody else wanted. Well, it was kinda like gettinâ even in a way.
But a baby ainât the same kinda dream as a promotion at work or a string aâ pearls all your own. It ainât the kinda thing you canjust pull yourself up by your bootstraps, dust off your overalls, and earn. If you ask me, it seems like a lotta the time the people who should have the youngens cainât get pregnant and the ones who donât have no business raising nobody pop âem out like candy corn at Halloween.
âSo whatâs up with the princess?â Khaki asked.
I smiled and said, âWell, I went to the doctor today, and he said that now that Iâm thirty-seven weeks, Iâm full term. Sheâll be cominâ any time.â I werenât scared when I said it. I knew childbirth was gonna hurt right fierce. But cainât nobody tell you what itâs like to bring a baby home all alone, to be the only person responsible for another personâs raisinâ. All I knew was that my back was achinâ, my feet was swollen, I couldnât get near a good nightâs sleep, and I was as ready to pop as a chick pecking through an eggshell.
But now I know: Thereâs being ready, and thereâs being
ready
. When youâre nineteen, you donât know the damn difference.
Khaki
HOLES
One of the ways I knew that I would be a good designer is that when I walk into a room, I always feel like itâs telling me something. It needs another piece of furniture, the addition of colorâsometimes all the room is missing is a little