James was all hyped up, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his underdeveloped muscles to prove he could protect his cousin. "Even better yet, I'll give him a full facial reconstruction. What do you say, cuz?"
"Brilliant, James, brilliant. I agree with you wholeheartedly. We should give him a leg reconstruction too," Rosa added. By this time, their commotion had alerted the other patrons in the café. Now all eyes were on them, which made Rina sink even lower into her chair.
"Lord, you two, will you both calm down? You're like a bunch of clowns. Sit down right now. We're not in a circus, you know." Evonne stood also, to calm them down.
"I'm not a clown. I'm a school kid," James said, grumbling under his breath, sitting back down in his chair obediently as a good schoolboy would. "I know, but the way both of you are acting, you're more like clowns to me. Now sit," Evonne said sternly. "Yes, Rosa. Please sit down. You're making a scene," Rina said, tugging on Rosa's sleeve. "I can't help it," she said in irritation. "Of course you can't help it. You can never help it."
Rina started giggling all of a sudden. "What's so funny?" Rosa asked with a heated glare. "You never change, Rosa. Not since intermediate school," Rina said, still giggling. Rina was thinking of the episode when Rosa punched a boy in the nose so hard he ended up bleeding and taken to hospital, all because that boy badmouthed Evonne about being half-blooded.
Rosa seemed to know what Rina was referring to, so she just smiled. "Gotta defend my BFF." "And I thank you both for that," Evonne said, remembering that particular occasion also.
"What are you guys on about?" James asked at the sudden change of subject. "Just about friendships and protecting each other, James," Rina said, smiling. "Anywho, back to the present topic, then?" James suggested, uninterested in their mysterious conversation. Was he even born then? He didn't care.
What was more interesting was that the bastard dumped his cousin and the sperm she wanted so badly. "Yes, the present topic," Rina prompted Evonne. "Right," Evonne said, taking a deep breath before revisiting the subject of sperm, babies, the faults of artificial insemination, and her bad date.
"He's perfect, guys. The textbook genetic makeup for my baby." "Is this bro someone else?" James asked. "Indeed, James, indeed." Evonne smiled, clasping her hands together, so happy with the prospects panning out before her eyes. Soon she would have her baby.
She must start thinking about clothing, putting money aside for education, and how to tell her family. So much to do and so little time. "What's he like?" James asked, his curiosity piqued about the kind of man that would thus capture his cousin's attention.
Evonne wasn't ugly so he couldn't understand why no guy would fall for her. Perhaps she was just a little naïve; that was all. When people looked at her, she assumed they were looking at the girl walking next to her.