Scandal: Crossing Boundaries (Scandal Series #1 INTERRACIAL ROMANCE) Read Online Free PDF Page A

get a decent job again."
    "Well what you gonna do in the meantime? Since that nigga lied and fronted, making you think it was okay to quit your job, you can't simply sit on yo ass and wish those bills away...and you damn sure ain't going back to that raggedy ass school."
    I know that's right.
    Sighing, Keisha agreed, "I got to get me another job."
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    "Y ou have the job," the blonde secretary told her.
    Holding in a sigh of relief, Keisha felt the tension flow from her body.
    She had been looking for a job as a substitute teacher for over a week. She had gotten several call backs for possible working dates, but she really was looking for something more long term.
    Luckily for her, a vacancy had opened up at a school that was several blocks from her house, still on the good side of Chicago.
    The school had taken the first applicant that could fill the emergency opening, which so happened to be Keisha. But it was funny; someone must not have read the name on the application, because when she walked through the door, the white interviewee's looked shocked.
    They almost looked as if they wanted to instantly turn her away, but once she started speaking and told them about her credentials they relaxed...just a little bit.
    "You start as soon as tomorrow," the woman told her, giving her all the details about taking over the departing teacher's study guides and notes.
    "That's wonderful," Keisha said rising to her feet after the woman was done.
    She needed to get back to her car, where her little boys were waiting. Keisha had already been in the school building for about forty-five minutes. That was long enough for the boys to start cutting up and acting a fool.
    She had left them her pc tablet that she had loaded up with games to play with. So they at least had something to keep them occupied, but she knew it would be only a matter of time before they started arguing over that.
    "Oh and Keisha," the secretary said, pronouncing her name like 'Kesha'.  In a rush to get back to her babies, Keisha did not feel like bothering with correcting the woman.
    Putting on a fake smile at the doorway, she asked pleasantly, "Yes?"
    The woman looked at her curly hair for a moment, which was in its natural state as usual, before saying with a weak smile, "Maybe you'd like to try a different hairstyle."
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    "C an you believe the white bitch told me I needed to straighten my hair?" Keisha asked in disbelief.
    "Mmm mmm mmmm," came her mother's reply through the cell phone, "white folks ain't happy if yo hair is nappy."
    Sitting in her car with her two children outside a Rite Aid, Keisha was debating on whether or not to get a relaxer. Remembering how her hair used to behave when her mother made her wear it when she was younger, shedding and falling out all the time, she was reluctant to go through with the process.
    "But you gotta do what you gotta do," said momma Joy. "Those bills ain't gone get paid by frontin ass niggas and a big ass planted at home on the couch, gettin fatter."
    "You right momma," Keisha agreed, nodding her head, "you right." She let out a sigh. "Let me go on up in here and get the shit then. If I'm going to get one, I'll do it myself instead of going to the shop and letting one of them bitches fuck up my head."
    "Go on girl, with yo bad self," her momma encouraged. "I'll talk to you later baby...love you...and tell my grandbabies I love them too."
    "I will," Keisha assured her. "Bye momma, love you."
    "Bye suga."
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    "W atch what you doing Jamal!" Keisha half-yelled to her eldest while she stood bent over the sink with her eyes tightly shut, the sound of water in her ears.
    The poor baby had almost put relaxer into her eyes.
    She was having him help her wash off the residue of the chemicals before she put the neutralizing shampoo in. Not knowing any better, he had wiped his hands over his mother's eyes while scrubbing at the relaxer in her hair. She was lucky that she had closed them right before he put his little hands