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Mahogany (Episode 3)


come down here for a secon’…hon?” Josie yelled from downstairs.

I waited for a moment in the hopes she would forget about me and I could stay in my room until my time to go home finally arrived. But I was wrong, she continued to call my name, only now she is screaming.

I said nothing as I opened my room door that squeaked as an old house would. I walked to the wood stairway and looked down, trying to see her. I bit my lower lip because the feeling of the wood unlike the familiar mahogany wood made me want to run back in my room and cry into my pillow. I gripped the railing and took my first step towards my captive surroundings.

Josie was picking up boxes and placing them on a table. She suddenly looked up at me with a big smile exposing her gap front teeth that gave her a favorable look. Josie's hair is jet black with a few strands of salt and pepper hair that is braided going backwards and pulled up in a tight knot.

“Girl, yo’ are such a beauti’ thing.”

I said nothing with a blank facial expression - hoping she would feel sorry for me and send me back to Harlem.

“Well, don’t just stand there, your remain’ items are out front that yo' should be able to carry. I know yo' wood’ want dem up in your room right now. And while yo' doing that, I have the men out front bring up your big luggage…now go on chile…life is not goin’ wait on yo'."

I followed her outside to the porch and could smell the strong cologne of the men helping with the bags. I picked up a small suitcase of mine and was about to go upstairs.

"Jewels, wood’ yo’ go out back and get my son and his frien’s to help Jo-Jo and Bandes with dem other bags for the other girls staying here...and the other pack-ges that arrive.”

I nodded trying to not look irritated. “Oh..Jewels, his name is Nate…the one with his big ole’ head in the clouds…he should hav’ a come out here and been help his old mother…”

I walked back inside as Josie kept talking about Nate. I quickly made it to the back door leading to the backyard. I didn’t see anyone. I shook my head because I really wanted to go back up to my room and hide
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