Xiomara Hendrix
(zee (o)-ma-ra)We were seated in silence, until Romelous's son ran over to our table.
"Hi you're both pretty" he said to Xion and I.
"Thank you, you're such a sweet boy" Xion replies and he blushed.
When he smiles he looks just like his father and he has dimples too.
"My daddy plays football. He's the best."
"Oh yea?" I said.
"Yea, he's getting an award today."
"That's amazing."
"Ask yuh fadda if him nuh waah one step mother fi yuh." Xion said to him.
"Jesus Christ Xion" I slap her. "Yuh seh yah guh behave"
"Mi a behave, yuh nuh waah mi start gi trouble" she cut her eyes.
"Don't say that to your father okay." I tried to convince him in the sweetest voice.
"Okaay"
"What's your name?"
"Egypt."
"My middle name is Egypt." I smiled
"That's a boy name because I'm a boy." He tilt his head.
"Ok I'm going back to my daddy now," he said to us. "I will ask him if i want a step mother" he continues.
"No no no. Sweetie. Don't ask him that. If you do you'll get in trouble." I tell him.
"I don't want to get in trouble can this be our secret."
Xion mouths to Egypt "Tell him." And I kicked her under the table.
With that he ran off to his father table.
He pulls him back into his lap and I watch as the little boy whisper something into Romelou's ear.
The little boy laughed when his father whispered something back into his ear.
I'm hoping he didn't say what I think he did.
My evening couldn't get any worst when Nora approached me. "Ms. Hendrix?"
"Yes"
"Can I borrow you for a minute please. We're having some technical difficulties. I just need all hands on deck right now. But, Solange is in the bathroom crying, and we need to give Romelou his medal now," she urged.
Her employee is having a meltdown and her main concern is giving Romelou a medal?
"What's wrong with her?" I immediately questioned.
"She's been in the bathroom crying ever since she came." No wonder I haven't seen her.
Making my way to the bathroom, she's in the stall crying.
Before I spoke "I've had sex with him before."
"With who?"
"Romelou"
At the mention at his name my heart drops.
"What does that have to do with me?" I try to brush it off.
"I think I'm on the tape..." now her behaviour makes complete sense.
My jaws dropped and I grabbed my chest.
"Wah?"
"I—" she started to break down even more. "I don't know if it's me though."
"Huh?"
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Games People Play
Short StoryA Jamaican Novel A PR manager of the reggae boys finds herself in a middle of a lot of drama.