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“The gyal seh this look good pah mi,” he says sarcastically and I laugh, fixing Jesse on my hip. She’s sucking on her fingers and I take them out.
“Mi nuh like it,” I say looking at the pants. “It look old fashion.”
“Thank yuh... fi talk the truth nah go hurt yuh!” He says eyeing Sash who is dying from laughter.
“Mi just feel say him would a like it,” she laughs. Wicked gyal.
He throws the pants on her. “Why yuh dweet drancro?... Why!” I start laughing again.
“Nosah,” I sit, putting Jesse on my lap.
“Ol’ gal Jesse,” Gavin’s eyes her. “She wah sleep enuh.” He tells me. I look down at her as she rubs her eyes.
“Mi affi go carry har over soon,” I say watching her.
“Yeah but gyal wi a guh a one a Sash fren dem cake sale... just fi guh run up wi blood sugar level and have diabetes,” he jokes and I shake my head.
“Shut up... that nuh funny,” I laugh.
He laughs holding his chest. “A joke mi a mek.”
“Him follow mi back!” Sash laughs and we look at her.
“Who!?” We both ask.
She fans us off. “Unuh nah go know him.”
“Let me guess is a scamma?” Gavin cross his arms.
“Yes, mi wah scamma with the big money them. Helllerrrr,” she laughs out. I shake my head.
Gavin eyes us both. “Like mi affi go learn the craft,” he says in a sad tone and we laugh even more. “A trouble when me learn the game and the 3 beast drop!”
“Chraw!” I giggle.
“And him land in a mi dms! Jesus, life a happ’n fi me!” She exclaims again.
“Mi sick a you,” Gavin says disgusted.
I laugh out. “But fi real wah yuh think bout the cake sale tonight?” he asks. I don’t know. I’m tired from all the events from today.
That’s probably too much for me. I sigh. “Mi tired mon,” I say and he glares at me.
“If a yuh man seh fi ready and come yuh nuh tired though?” he retorts and I laugh. Cya tek Gavin dutty style enuh.
“Alright Alright,” I say with my hands up in surrender. “What time?”
“Now. Just get yuh self ready and carry back Deanne Pitney,” Gavin says and I shake my head. Him nah give up? If him wah sup’m it just affi work? Doh?
“Alright,” I breathe and spring to my feet.
Gavin so determined, him mean seh mi affi come.
41. DETERMINED
Nickoi
My phone starts ringing and I slide it when I realize that it’s Gutta. “Pree?” I say putting on my Bank Robber. I woke early this morning because today is going to be very busy for me.
