Impossibly True (Impossibly Duology) by Shane Morgan Read Free Book Online

said unexpectedly, “You ain’t on nothing, are you baby?”
      
My eyes widened. I coughed as coffee rushed down my throat too fast. “Wha-what?”
      
“They didn’t give you anything they say supposed to boost your memory for
exams, did they?”
      
“ No .” I didn’t know if I should laugh or take her serious. “Momma, I’m not
on drugs.”
      
She sank back on the chair and crossed a leg over the other. “I read something
in the paper about a girl going to college in Florida,” she explained.
“Apparently, some classmate gave her pills they say will help her remember, but
it ended up driving her crazy instead. I’m just making sure my baby is all
right.”
      
“Momma,” I placed my hand on top of hers. “I don’t take pills from people and
I’m not on drugs otherwise. I’m fine.”
      
She tittered and continued eating, “So it’s Branden then. No wonder you’re
glowing.”
      
Picking up my mug, I drank my coffee and prepared myself. This was going to be
the moment for “that” talk. I was sure of it.
      
“Moya, I know you’re nineteen now, but,” And here it was. “You can talk to me
about sex. I mean, if y’all getting that serious—”
      
“I know.”
      
“I’m only saying, things can get pretty heated fast so be
safe—”    
       Awkward .
      
“Momma, trust me, I’m keeping safe.”
      
Pursing her lips, she eyed me seriously. “Still, I’m letting you know there’s nothing
you can’t talk to me about.”
      
I nodded and peered up at the clock hanging next to the refrigerator. “You’re
cutting it close today.”
      
Remembering she had work, Momma shot up and carried her plate and coffee mug
over to the sink.
      
“Leave them. I’ll do the dishes in a bit,” I said.
      
She turned and smiled at me, coming over to give me a peck on the forehead. “Thank you, baby. I’ll probably be back before you take off
for Harrington.”
      
“Okay. You better get going.”
      
“Remember what I said.” She patted my head then hurried over to the counter to
get her keys. 
      
“Yes, Momma, see you later.”
      
“Bye, girlie,” she waved on her way out the front door.
      
I finished up my breakfast then did the dishes, heading into the living room to
do some cleaning before Branden came by to pick me up. We were going to have
lunch then check out a Sunday matinee at Berlin Heights’ little cinema.
      
While dusting the Oakwood ladder shelf, I heard a knock at the door. It was
still early so it couldn’t have been Branden already.
      
I walked over to the window. Easing away the sheer white curtains, I saw it was
Calvin outside. This was a surprise. He and I were not friends. We agreed to
get along for Vanessa’s sake.
      
Going over to the front door, I opened it with one hand on my hip, not in the
mood for whatever arguments he and Nessa had this time.
      
“Calvin, it’s early, and we ain’t cool like that.”
      
“Nessa here?” he shushed, seeming annoyed. Taking in his troubled
appearance—weary eyes, wrinkled t-shirt, gray sweats and matching hoodie—he
looked as if he rolled out of bed and came searching for his girlfriend.
      
“No,” I creased my forehead, perplexed. “She’s at her house.”
      
“Obviously she’s not, genius; hence, why I’m standing at your door. Her mom
said she was here ‘cause Nessa told her she was sleeping over. Now where is
she?”     
      
He inched closer, trying to come inside to look around for himself. I sucked my
teeth and eased him back out on the porch.
      
“Are you deaf? I just said she’s not here. She’s probably really at home and
avoiding you.”
      
“She’s not . Look, if you know where she is, tell me.”
      
“Calvin, the last time I saw Nessa was yesterday before she left Harborplace to
go meet you.”
      
“Say what?” He screwed up his face in confusion. “I didn’t see her yesterday. I
had practice.”