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Tragedy/Love/Death
Tears For Julia
A Shakespearian Tragedy
I’m at home going through some of my college basketball recruiting letters when Isabella rings me weeping.
“Baby, I can’t understand what you are saying. Slow down and take a breath,” I say.
“Sweetie, I haven’t had my period for two months. I’m over at Candice’s. Can we come to pick you up?”
“Yes, Baby. Sure come on.”
I’m trying to comprehend what she is trying to say. Why is she so upset over missing her period? Then it came to me like a tidal wave. My God, if she hasn’t had a period that means she is pregnant.
People had warned me in the past to stay away from those fast tail girls. They will try to get pregnant to trap you. They view you as their ticket out of the Hood.
Isabella isn’t looking for a ticket out of the Hood, she’s a rich girl. My heart, my air, my soul, my reason for being.
Candy’s car pulls up. The horn blows.
“Mom! I’m going out with one of my Reading Club friends. I will be back later.”
I walk out to Candy’s car.
“Hey, Baby. Hey Candy.”
I hop in the back seat.
