Page 6 of Defending the Post

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I shrugged my shoulders in her direction. “He better get over it because I’m here,” I said, and Jhae chuckled at my comments.

Jhae and I bumped shoulders as we laughed, just before I retreated my eyes to my vibrating phone.

Unc

Did you make it?

Guilt surrounded me because I forgot to text my favorite uncle about my arrival.

Me

I’m sorry. I’ve been running since my plane landed.

Unc

I’m already on the back burner.

Me

Nooooo. Can we hang out?

Unc

Of course. Tomorrow.

Me

Can’t wait, but do not tell your brother I’m here.

Unc

Too late, kiddo.

I rolled my eyes before my phone vibrated again.

Unknown Number

We need to talk about this. You’re overreacting. I am your father.

This last year, my dad and I had been in what he called ‘“a one-sided conflict.” In good conscience, I couldn’t talk to him after finding out the truth.

“Don’t miss the halftime performance. Rapper Icey is going to freeze out the stadium,” the announcer yelled during the timeout.

Turning to Jhae, I said, “I’m going to snag a drink. Do you want anything?”

“Caffeine. I’m done for,” she joked.

As I stood, I caught eyes with Marquise again and observed him scanning my body. In a hurry, I looked away and proceeded to pass in front of Jhae. Staying away from him jumped to the top of my list. Excusing myself down the aisle, I waved at Khaira, but she reached for me.

“Is it okay?” I asked Mr. Jefferies, but he peered over to his wife, and she agreed with a nod.

I lifted her in my arms. “Hi, pretty lady,” I said.

She examined my face before snatching my glasses.

“I’m sorry,” Mrs. Jefferies said after standing.

“It’s okay,” I assured her as Khaira examined my large frames.

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