Operation Get Rid of Mom's New Boyfriend
hair was
now, instead of sitting in a bun on top of her head, flowing
straight down her back.
    “ All right, girls, I’ll see
y’all later.” Sammi closed the clutch. “Be good,” she said, as she
walked away. She then stopped in her tracks. “On second thought,
just try to keep from being in the same room at the same time, kay,
girls? All right. Nighty-night.” She then headed out of the
kitchen, the girls’ eyes burning a hole in her back.
    “ I didn’t know Mommy had
legs,” Joy whispered in a surprised tone as Sammi walked out of
sight.
    Sammi had always worn
pants. The only time the girls had seen their mother in a dress is
on the occasions she would wear one to church. Even then, the dress
or skirt was ankle length. “Did you know Mommy had legs?” Joy said
to neither sister in particular.
    “ No, but I guess we all do
now,” Daryn said, almost disappointedly.
    “ Humpf,” Kennedy huffed,
crossing her arms. “And it looks like we’re not the only ones about
to find out she has legs either.”
    “ What do you mean by that?”
Daryn asked.
    Kennedy sucked her teeth
and dropped her arms to her side. “To be so book smart, you sure
are naïve when it comes to things like this,” Kennedy told
Daryn.
    “ Yeah, girl, can’t you
see,” Joy pointed to the door Sammi had just left out of, “Mommy’s
letting it all hang out.”
    “ Yeah,” Kennedy
agreed.
    “ And Rebecca-Joe said that
her big sister told her that there’s only one thing a woman is
willing to let it all hang out for.”
    “ What?” Daryn
asked.
    “ Let me guess,” Kennedy
said as Joy opened her mouth to answer. “A man.”
    “ Right on, sista,” Joy
said, giving Kennedy a high-five, their arms stretching in front of
Daryn’s face.
    Daryn angrily brushed her
sisters’ arm away. “Well, I think this Rebecca-Joe, whoever she is,
is just making up stuff to tell you. She probably doesn’t even have
a big sister,” Daryn said in denial, too afraid to face the fact
that their mother just might be out on a date with a
man.
    “ Well, I think Dr. Phil
better watch out, because Rebecca Joe’s big sister might be on to
something here, and we’re going to have to get to the bottom of it
sooner or later.” Kennedy glared off and added, “And I’m going to
see to it that it’s sooner rather than later.”
     

Chapter Six
    Girl Time
     
    “ Miss Rachel, we had a
great time,” Joy said to their mother’s best friend as they pulled
into the driveway of their split-level home. Pink flowers that
matched the pink shutters on the soft yellow house sprouted up from
the dirt of the flower garden.
    After Mr. Soul had passed
away, one morning Rachel had showed up with her answer to cure the
sad and melancholy state the family had been in for some months.
The cure came in the form of buckets of pink and yellow paint, a
ladder and paint brushes.
    “ A pink and yellow house?”
Sammi had said to her best friend. “Are you kidding? People will be
able to notice our house from miles away.”
    “ That’s the point,” Rachel
said in her Latino accent, pushing a paintbrush into Sammi’s hand.
“You ladies have been hiding long enough behind this dull gray
house. It’s time to stand out!” On that note, Rachel summons the
girls from their rooms, and what once stood as a cloudy gray
colored house, now stood as a lively yellow one with soft pink
shutters.
    As far as Sammi was
concerned, Rachel’s answer had been the correct one to bring her
and her daughters out of the funk they had been in. She knew she
was truly blessed to have a best friend like Rachel who would
always be there for her and her girls. And thank God, too, because
when she had called Rachel up just last night to ask her to keep
the girls busy this Saturday afternoon, Rachel immediately
obliged.
    Rachel had just spent the
afternoon with Kennedy, Daryn and Joy. She had taken them to lunch
and a movie.
    “ Yeah, thank you, Miss.
Rachel,” Daryn added.
    “ It’s nothing,
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