hooker showed up at the family dinner claiming that my father had been paying her for sexual favors for months. She also told everyone she was pregnant.”
“Oh my! Was it true?” Marcella gasped.
“He denied it all,” I replied. “The funny thing is, I just can’t imagine my father doing something like that, especially with a hooker.”
“But why would someone just show up and say that unless it was true?”
“That is something that will probably boggle my mind forever. My mother has never gotten over it. She thinks that by dating a bunch of other men, it will make her feel like more of a woman. Having someone trashy show up claiming to be his side action really messed with her self-esteem. She’s been trying to get it back ever since.”
“It sounds like she might need some counseling as well.”
As ugly as my own situation was, even I couldn’t help but laugh at that one. “Momma definitely needs some help.”
“Do you think your mother would consider attending some sessions here with you?”
I snickered at the mere thought. “Not in this lifetime.”
“What about your father?” Marcella asked me.
“Quite honestly, I have no idea. My father might have finally written me off by now. If I were him, I would.”
“But you’re not him,” Marcella reminded me. “You should at least call him.”
“I’ve never stopped loving him,” I whispered. Then I looked Marcella in the eyes. “A phone call might not do it. Maybe I’ll go see him.”
I couldn’t take the shit one more second. Not one more second. I took over and screamed out, “There is no way in fucking hell Henry’s coming back into the picture!”
“What did you just say?” the bitch doctor asked me. I didn’t respond. “Jonquinette?” I got up from the chaise and started for the door. “Jonquinette?”
I turned to face her and gave her an evil grin, but still refused to reply.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Your worst fucking nightmare, bitch!” I spewed out at her.
She sat back down calmly at her desk and folded her hands. “Well, it’s nice to finally meet you. Do you have a name?”
“Hmph, you think you’re so fucking smooth.” I had to admit that she was just that: smooth. I would have expected her to freak out or something. “Okay, I’ll play along. My name’s Jude—and yours?” I sat down across from her at the desk. Nobody out attitudes me. “Oh, never mind, I already know your name. Bitch!”
“That’s not very ladylike, calling me out of my name,” she said.
“Since I’m not a lady, who gives a flying fuck?” I retorted.
“So Jude, what made you finally come out and say hello?” She reached into her top drawer and pulled out a cigarette. “Mind if I smoke?”
“Suit yourself.”
She lit one up. “Was it Jonquinette talking about reaching out to her father?
“Henry Pierce is not my damn daddy!” I said. So much for playing it cool.
“Hmm, you seem to harbor a lot of negative feelings toward him.”
“My, my, you are a mastermind,” I stated contemptuously. “It took getting a degree to figure that out?”
“Jude, I’d really like to be your friend. Would you consider that?”
“I don’t need any fucking friends.”
“You know, Jonquinette thinks she’s going insane. The things you’ve been doing aren’t very nice.”
“You don’t know the half of it. I’m proud of myself.” I crossed my legs, determined not to let the heifer make me lose it.
“Why’s that?” she asked.
“Because I’m the shit. Jon’s lucky to have me. Without me, she would’ve had her ass kicked her entire life. Without me, she would’ve let everyone run over her, especially the Queen Bitch, Meredith.”
“Your mother?”
I sighed. “I don’t know why you keep referring to that hoe and bastard as
“But the two of you can’t coexist together.”
“And why the hell not? We’ve been coexisting all this time.”
“Because that’s not healthy.”
“So what are you saying?” I asked, getting pissed off all over again. The bitch had lost her mind and I told her, “If you think I’m going someplace, you need a psychiatrist your damn self.”
She was determined to try to bond with me. The slut. “Jude, tell me about yourself.”
I shrugged and said, “There’s nothing to tell. I put foot to ass when need be, protect Jon from people that try to fuck her over without grease, and I love to have fun from time to time.”
“What kind of fun?” she asked.
“I’ll be honest. I love fucking. Fucking is the only thing worth doing in this life.”
Marcella seemed bewildered. Good, I’d finally stumped her. “Do you honestly believe that?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Men are such wimps. They always fold under the pressure of the pussy. I like controlling them like the little puppy dogs that they are.”
“That’s the word I was looking for,” she said.
“What word?” I inquired with disdain.
“Control. You want to control things.”
I stood up and leaned over the desk. “Don’t get it twisted. I
Marcella smiled at me. “You don’t believe that any more than I do.”
“Excuse me, bitch?”
“If you could truly take over for good, you would’ve done it years ago.”
“You’re beginning to bore me.” I didn’t like the way the conversation was headed. She didn’t know shit about anything and to top it off, she wasn’t shit to me so I announced, “I’m leaving.”
I had made it to the door and opened it when she jumped in front of me.
“No, don’t leave yet.”
I poked her in the shoulder. “If you don’t move out of my way, I
“Jude, we really need to continue this conversation.”
“I’m going to count to three and then I’m swinging,” I told her. “One.”
“Jude, please stay,” she pleaded.
I balled my right hand into a fist. “Two.”
“When can we talk again?” she asked.
“Three,” I said and lifted my fist to steal her one in the face.
She must have known that I was serious because she moved to the side and said, “Okay, okay.”
