Soulmates Dissipate by Mary B. Morrison Read Free Book Online

luggage butplease leave all baggage behind.” Stillness lingered. Wellington patiently waited for Jada to respond.
    “I can handle that. But don’t call the game if you can’t bring the same. I’ll see you at twelve o’clock sharp.”
    Wellington walked inside to his nightstand and wrote down the directions and address.” On that note, my Nubian Queen, I’ll see you at high noon.”
    Wellington hung up the phone and proceeded to bust a move like Chris Tucker in the opening scene of
Rush Hour.
He showered for twenty minutes. Shaved. Flossed. Brushed. He put on his black denim shorts with matching FUBU 05 jersey. With his baseball cap turned backward, he packed two bottles of Dom Perignon on ice. He grabbed his prepacked leather bag and set his home security alarm.
    The digital clock in his Mercedes said ten-fifteen. He promised his mother he’d stop by before he left town. It was a perfect day in the Bay Area. The morning rush hour had ended. He zipped across the Golden Gate Bridge and took the first exit into Sausalito. The zigzag hill resembled Lombard Street. With each curve, he plunged his accelerator uphill as if he were test-driving for a commercial. He parked behind his mother’s silvery Jaguar.
    The house had looked the same as long as he could remember. His friends called it the White House. It was three stories high with six thousand square feet. Often he wondered how it survived the earthquakes. The sunroom on the third floor was where he’d spent countless hours meditating. Wellington walked in and followed his nose. Thearoma of bacon trailed from the living room, through the dining room, and into the kitchen. He tiptoed behind his mother and wrapped his arms around her waist.
    “Boy! You almost scared me to death.”
    “Nothing could scare you to death, woman. Give me a kiss.” Her cold thin lips pecked his cheek.
    “Have a seat. I just finished cooking breakfast. And take that cap off in my house.”
    Wellington held the cap in his hand.” I can’t stay. I’ve got to pick up Diamond by twelve. I’m taking her on a surprise trip. We’ll be back Sunday. Where’s Dad?” Wellington sat on the bar stool nearest the stove.
    “Christopher is at the Forty-niners game.” Cynthia paused.” Who’s Diamond? And
where
are you taking her?”
    “I think she might be the one, Mom. But I’m not sure yet. That’s why I’m taking
her
down the coast. She’s the most beautiful Black Nubian Queen I’ve laid eyes on.” Wellington grabbed a piece of bacon off the plate. Wellington admired his mother’s beauty and brains but her personality was harsh.
    Sternly she commented, “Well, just don’t forget to ask what organizations she’s in. That way I can do my own research. You’re the only one who can carry on the family name and tradition. I’ve told you—I don’t want you thinking about marrying someone who doesn’t fit. And besides, how black is black?” Cynthia removed her Oakland Raiders apron. Wellington’s mother was still crazy about them. But everyone knew Cynthia liked the team best when they were the roughest in the NFL.
    Wellington stood. He leaned over his mother’s shoulder and kissed her on the cheek.” She’s radiant!”
    “I can’t see radiant. Keep going.” She opened the oven and removed the tray.
    “Okay. She’s Blacker than Whoopi and more beautiful than Angela Bassett.”
    “Nonsense. No one is more beautiful than Angela or Blacker than Whoopi. How are Walter and Deon?” Cynthia placed the hot buttery homemade biscuits next to the bacon.” Oh, did I tell you Melanie called?”
    “Walter’s fine. We groomed his lawn last weekend. Deon and Gina are doing great. And Mom, Melanie’s just a kid. I haven’t seen her in almost twenty years.” Wellington hugged his mother and shouted from the dining room, “You’re gonna love Jada, Mom! Trust me.”
    With his cap turned backward, Wellington flew down the hill. His Byron Lee Soca Frenzy CD bumped hard against the