DESTINY
James and I drove alone in the Bentley while Mother followed us with her Datsun. She said she needed her own transport to go to work.
“I refuse to sponge on you and your husband’s hospitality. You don’t owe me anything and I can look after myself, Destiny. I don’t need anybody’s charity.” She told me after James loaded her and Arthur’s stuff in her car.
“I didn’t say you did. But think about Arthur. It’s the least you can do.”
“You’re not making it easy for me to forget that I was a terrible mother, aren’t you?”
“Please, Mother! Let’s not get into this.”
“Yes, let’s not. We’re attracting attention.” James interrupted our argument.
James was right. People were staring and pointing at us. Of course, James’ car was unusual for this neighborhood.
“Fine, alright.” Aurora fastened Arthur in his car seat, and James held my door open for me.
For five minutes, neither of us spoke. Then James was the first to break the silence.
