“Because my daddy said you do nasty stuff and he doesn’t want his kids around you.”
My mouth dropped. I had not laid eyes on his father in months so I knew there was no way of him knowing about Jasmine. Just then, I remembered. Angela. She was friends with the cousin probably babysitting Devon
While I struggled with feeling hurt and betrayed, Devon waited for his fix. I'm sure he thought he was okay with coming tomy house since he did not actually come insidethe house. Not wanting to disappoint him, I wrapped a few oatmeal raisin cookies in aluminum foil and gave them to a grateful little boy.
“Thanks Aunt Vet,” Devon said, running back to his playmates.
I sat speechless on my couch processing my newfound information. I didn’t know, as the saying goes, whether to cry or cuss. After about ten minutes, I decided to call and confirm.
“Hey Nia, is your mom home?”
“Yes, she is.”
Pause.
“May I speak to her?”
“Yes, you can.”
Pause.
“Are you going to tell her I’m on the phone?”