A Better Pair of Shoes, a novel
Chapter 7
Chapter 7
The Ride to Meet a Friend (Narrated by Aisha)
For the first half of the short trip I tried to get some much needed rest, but my mind fought me unwaveringly with thoughts of Tony’s deception. I shifted and shifted in the passenger seat, until I finally decided to return the seat to its upright position, and keep Kayla’s company. Although, she didn’t seem like she needed much company. I couldn’t help but notice that Kayla herself seemed preoccupied with her own thoughts. I couldn’t tell if they were personal, or if she was overly consumed with me and Camie’s drama. I wanted to break the silence, but I didn’t want to discuss me. So I took the opportunity to find out exactly why we were driving five hours to meet Camie.
For the first half of the short trip I tried to get some much needed rest, but my mind fought me unwaveringly with thoughts of Tony’s deception. I shifted and shifted in the passenger seat, until I finally decided to return the seat to its upright position, and keep Kayla’s company. Although, she didn’t seem like she needed much company. I couldn’t help but notice that Kayla herself seemed preoccupied with her own thoughts. I couldn’t tell if they were personal, or if she was overly consumed with me and Camie’s drama. I wanted to break the silence, but I didn’t want to discuss me. So I took the opportunity to find out exactly why we were driving five hours to meet Camie.
“So what’s going on with Camie?”
“I don’t have all the details, she
was pretty torn up about everything, but basically she’s in Tampa to visit her nine year old daughter.”
“What?”
“Yes. You heard me right!”
“No way! What the hell?? Aisha was beyond shocked.
“Oh, don’t go acting all righteous. I’m sure she has a good reason for keeping
such a big secret.”
“Well I hope so ‘cause I’m starting
to feel like I didn’t get the damn memo!
Aren’t women supposedly the ones who share everything?”
“Apparently not— well not the
incriminating stuff anyway.” Kayla
replied with what seemed to be a higher level of understanding.
“And if I recall correctly, I
didn’t meet you at church— but we won’t talk about that.” Kayla stabbed me one good time to remind me
that I did have a few secrets—secrets I had buried so long ago that I had
forgotten about them. It almost felt like
Kayla was threatening to expose me, but then again, if she did, she’d have to
expose herself, and I was sure she didn’t tell Wood about all her
indiscretions. So I decided there was no
reason to overreact. Instead, we shared
a short glance at each other and moved on.
“I guess we all have our share of
deeply buried secrets.” I quickly
offered realizing that I was harboring my share of secrets.
“I’m just shocked. I mean Camie seems so strait up…you know.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“So, you still haven’t told me what
went down with Tony.” Kayla followed up
as if to further emphasize her point.
“I can’t talk about it right
now…..it’s just too new and painful.” I
quickly opted out of that trap.
“I understand.”
The rest of the drive was somewhat quiet— the both of us
retiring to our separate thoughts.
As we pulled up to the Marriott,
Kayla and I quickly glanced at each other and exhaled. It was as if we both knew that things could
get a little crazy. Then all of a sudden,
I found myself being scolded.
“Okay Aisha, remember, we’re here
to be supportive. Watch what you say,
and try not to be all holier than thou.”
“Excuse me? I know how to console somebody. And if you all didn’t want me here, then you
shouldn’t have asked me to come.”
“Nobody said anything about not
wanting you here. I’m just
saying….”
“Look, I got my own stuff to deal
with. I don’t need your crap Kayla!”
“Whatever!” Kayla rolled her eyes dramatically as if I
was overreacting to her blatant disrespect.
As we entered the hotel dining area,
we easily spotted Camie sitting at the bar in the fairly empty room. I was a little caught off guard by her low maintenance
ensemble and ponytail to match. This was
not the Camie I knew. This was someone
else—a frumpy imposter. Luckily for her, I thought about Kayla’s
warning and decided to bite my tongue. Within
seconds, Kayla and I had sandwiched our friend from both sides, and were
showering her with hugs and kisses.
Camie smiled and shared in the hugging and kissing, but it was obvious
that whatever was going on was weighing pretty heavy on her mind. I couldn’t wait to get all the details, but I
didn’t want to be the first to ask. Maybe
Kayla could see my anxiousness boiling over, but I wasn’t going to prove her
right. Camie and Kayla held hands the
whole time; leaving me to feel like an outsider. I wished that Ketly could have joined us, but
I knew a young baby in the midst would be a bit much.
A While Later
“So what’s going on girl?” Kayla finally decided to ask while letting go
of Camie’s hand to cut her steak.
“I’m just dealing with a lot right
now. I haven’t mentioned it, but Q and I
are done. Some foul things happened
there, and it just prompted me to take the drive to get away—then I get here
and it’s more drama.” Hearing Camie talk
about Q reminded me of the trouble in my marriage, but it also gave me
something else to focus on. So, I made
sure that Camie kept talking.
“Q?” I asked honestly surprised by the news.
“What can I say? That fool played me—had some nineteen year
old chick in my bed.”
“What?” Kayla shouted out.
“You caught them!?” I asked more horrified than shocked. I suddenly began to wonder what if—what if I
had caught Tony? What would I have done? What would I have said?
“I still can’t get that image out
of my head. I’m so disgusted that I been
sleeping in the living room for the past three weeks. I just feel like the biggest ass. I totally let him in, you know.” Camie sounded deflated.
“What did you do?” Kayla had completely forgotten about her meal
and was once again holding onto Camie.
“I nearly killed his ass…..I’m
telling you; I don’t think I’ve ever been that crazy. Never in my right mind would I have attempted
to fight a man.” Camie was shaking her
head.
“What did he have to say for
himself?” Aisha quizzed.
“Sorry!” Camie continued shaking her head.
“Why do men always have to totally
disrespect their women? Maybe all men
cheat— I don’t know, but why can’t they be more tight with it? I mean…show that you do care— you know what I
mean!” I was obviously taking it
personal, and I could see Camie give a second glance. Still, I wasn’t ready to talk about my
problems. So I quickly withdrew my
emotions and allowed the focus to be put back on Camie.
“Now I got this other fool trying
to put a wedge between me and my daughter.”
Camie spoke with so much freedom as though she had already made peace
with her keeping such a big secret from us.
I still couldn’t believe she was a mother. Although looking at her dressed way down did
change her persona and could change my perception of her.
“What other fool?” I took the liberty of asking.
“Hannah’s father. My sister Erilyn is now telling me that he’s
been back in the picture for quite some time.
It just makes me so angry because he left us, and now he gets to come
back and pretend to be some hero. I know
I haven’t been there as much as I could, but now Hannah refuses to see me and
Erilyn is allowing her behavior. She’s
even gone as far as to threaten to fight for custody of her. I didn’t know where to go or what to do, so I
called you guys.”
“So what can we do to help?” Kayla asked sounding much rehearsed.
“I don’t know, that’s the problem,
I don’t know up from down right know.”
Camie was pitiful.
“Well, let’s enjoy each other’s
company for now. It’s been so long.” I offered with my stomach pretty full.
“In the morning we can come up with
a solution or at least a next step.”
Kayla followed my lead.
“I guess I can manage that.” Camie gave an offbeat smile.
A Better Pair
of Shoes, a novel © Grace Call Communications,
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©2010, 2016, 2017 by Natisha Renee Williams All Rights Reserved
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