life raising other peopleâs wild kids and teaching school, too.â Talia folded a white dish towel with a large pineapple print and hung it on a metal rack.
âSheâs a special woman alright. She stood by mewhen a lot of people walked away.â Karl sat on one of two barstools at the breakfast counter.
âLike me.â Talia felt no guilt in the admission.
âI canât blame ya, little sister. I was a mess. But Iâve got a real life nowâa job, wife, and kids.â
Talia stared at him with a blank expression. âSounds good.â
Karl laughed softly. âYeah, youâve heard it before. This August itâll be three years I been clean. And it feels good. Look.â He took out his wallet and showed her a picture of two smiling boys and an infant girl.
âBeautiful children, Karl. Take care of them.â Taliaâs heart turned over at the sight of nephews and a niece sheâd never seen.
âYou gotta meet LaTrice and the boys. Come on over for Sunday dinner after church.â
âYeah sure. Maybe if I have time.â
Karl wore a proud expression. âIâm a deacon at the Sunrise Baptist Church.â
âI know and Iâm real glad you finally got it all together.â
âI realized I couldnât fill up the emptiness with drugs, liquor, women, or nothinâ else I tried.â Karl wore an earnest expression. âYou welcome to come worship with us.â
âThanks,â she murmured, unsure of what else to say.
âIâm sorry for not being there to protect you while you was little. Even though I wasnât that much older, once I got to be grown, I shoulda done somethinâ.â
âDonât be silly. You had to deal with Monette and our dad. But letâs not rake up the past.â Talia realized too late that she shouldnât have mentioned Karlâs father.
âItâs okay. I made peace with the man.â Karl noddedwith a wise, thoughtful expression. He studied Talia for a few seconds. âAnd Iâm finally talkinâ to Mama.â
Talia tensed. âWould you like something to drink? I think we have some diet cola in here.â She started to rise when he put a hand on her arm.
âNo, thanks. Have you been to see her yet?â
âIâve got other priorities. Mama Rose needs me.â Talia walked back into the kitchen and put away pot holders. âI might try to cook something. Mama Rose will probably get tired of institutional cooking.â
âTalia, Monette been askinâ âbout you. Now that Miz Rose is all settled and taken care of, you could maybe go see her,â Karl said.
She faced him sharply. âNo. Iâm not going to let Monette pull me into her latest plot.â
âI ainât sayinâ you got to make like sheâs some angel or nuthinâ. Iâm tellinâ you from experience that anything could happen.â
âMonette is healthy and still playing her games,â Talia said with scorn.
âSure, sheâs still young at forty-nine, but tomorrow ainât promised. If somethinâ happened to her, that unfinished business would eat you up.â Karl rested both elbows on the laminated counter as he gazed at her.
âEverybody is so worried about my mental state when it comes to Monette. Well, let me ease your mind.â Talia crossed her arms. âMy business with Monette is finished, Karl. I let go years ago. I donât intend to let her yank my chain.â
Karl gazed at her several moments, then sighed. âI know it hurts. Butââ
âMama Rose, you, and Derrick donât get it. It doesnât hurt anymore. I survived and moved on.â Taliaâs voice rose as she waved her arms.
âOkay, okay. I didnât come here to get you all upset,little sister.â Karl walked to her and gave Talia a brotherly hug. âI ainât gonna harp on that.â
âGood.â
Brian Keene, J.F. Gonzalez