Page 29 of Breeze and Melodie

He called me while I was in Negril. The connection wasn’t great, so we didn’t talk long. He asked about you and Raine.”

“Well, if he calls you again, tell him I said hello, and we’re doing fine.”

“You should write?—”

“Auntie, no disrespect, but I got nothing to say to him.”

“But Breeze?—”

“Nah, Auntie. Let’s not do this. I know he’s your brother, but he was a horrible father. The few times I’ve seen or talked to him since he’s been locked up, all he did was put me down and tell me I was a horrible son. I’d rather not submit myself to his verbal abuse.”

“Okay, Nephew. I get it. He’s my brother and didn’t do right by his family. He doesn’t get a pass from me, and I’ve told him numerous times. I’ll let him know you and Raine are doing well when he calls me again.”

“Cool. I’m home now, and Melody is waiting for me. I love you, and I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Love you too, Breeze.”

I smiledwhen I got the text from Breeze telling me he’d left the gym and would be home shortly.

Me:

Home? We don’t live together, sir.

Breeze:

You ain’t know?

Me:

Know what?

Breeze:

You’re home to me, baby. I’ll be up after I shower.

Unless you want to shower with me.

Me:

Nope! Take your sweaty behind to your apartment.

I’d been cleaning and doing laundry since Breeze left my apartment and would be done and showered by the time he arrived. After throwing out all the old food in my fridge, I wiped it down, then swept and mopped the kitchen floor.

Once showered, I lathered my body with vanilla spice body butter, slipped on some sweats and a T-shirt, and got comfy on the couch with the remote. Before I could find something to watch while I waited for Breeze, I received a FaceTime call.

“Hey, Sis!” I greeted my sister, Harmonee.

“Guess what!” she responded with excitement.

“What?”

“I said, guess.”

“Harm, you know that annoys me. Tell me.”

“I finished my cosmetology hours and passed the licensing exam.”

I shrieked. “Yes! Congratulations, Harm. I’m so proud of you.”

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