“And how you figure that?”
“I can feel it. She’s special to me. I’ve waited damn near four years for our timing to be right. I can’t miss my chance to finally make her mine.”
“Mm. What’s her name?”
“Blessing Carter.”
“Oh, that’s Miss Josie’s granddaughter. We used to be good friends back in the day. I have known her since we were about 5 years old. We went to school together. Her family has always been into hoodoo. She messes around with those herbs and stuff. Josie used to make this tea back in the day. It’ll knock the toughest cold right outta you.”
“Blessing ain’t no witch.” I shook my head, chuckling.
“I didn’t say she was a witch. I said her grandmother practices hoodoo. Hoodoo and witchcraft are two different things. Josie don’t too much mess around with the other stuff. Just teas and creams.”
“So the cream Blessing gave me to help with the pain in my knee..” I trailed off.
“Oh, that’s the good stuff. When I had your mother, I had to have an emergency C-section. That healing cream saved me from all the pain and helped with scarring. You do right by that girl, Saint. She’s a sweet girl, and I know her ancestors don’t play about her.”
I nodded, taking a moment to process the things my grandmother had just revealed. Blessing mentioned the recipe for the cream coming from her elders, but she never mentioned being into hoodoo. It didn’t scare me at all; if anything, I was more interested in her than before. I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before heading back into the kitchen with my mom and sister.
After eating dinner with my family, I called Kam to pick me up. It was still early in the day, so I decided to visit my jeweler, Black, to cop a few new pieces to add to my collection. My phone began buzzing in my pocket as I walked into the jewelry store.
“Wassup Dru?” I answered as I walked towards the display cases.
“Shit, where you at?”
“The jewelry store. Looking for a tennis bracelet and a Cuban link.”
“Nigga I thought you was finna say an engagement ring.”
“Shit, I might as well.”
“You must’ve gotten some last night.” He chuckled.
“I don’t kiss and tell nigga.”
“I already know wassup. Blessing and Chanel been on the phone all morning. But you know you messy as hell, right?”
“Fuck you talkin’ bout?” I asked, confused.
“Nigga, why the fuck you allowing them to hang with Symone knowing you used to fuck on that bitch? Blessing gone cuss you out if she finds that shit out. Chanel already picked up on that shady shit she was doing last night.”
I smacked my lips, “Man, Taryn brought her ass to game night. I didn’t expect them to bring her out with them last night. That shit happened so long ago. I ain’t even worried about her ass.”
“Still, you need to dead that shit. Symone is sneaky as hell. She was just hanging with Mariah a few months ago. Bitch doing everything to be around you.”
“Aight, man. I’ll call Rome when I leave here and have him tell Taryn not to invite her around us anymore.”
“For real, Moo. Don’t let that shit get back to Blessing. I’ll hit you later nigga.” Dru said before ending the call, just as Black was walking over to me.
“Wassup nigga? Glad to see you out walking around and shit.” Black greeted, slapping hands with me.
“Shit, you and me both. Let me see the new pieces you got in.” He nodded, going over to the display counter next to us. He opened the glass drawer and pulled out a black box, setting it on top of the glass. He opened the box, revealing a few Cuban link necklaces and bracelets.
He held up an iced-out Cuban link bracelet, passing it to me. “I knew you’d like this one. I've been saving it for you. I got those earrings you called about as well. You still want them?” He asked.
I nodded, running my fingers across the bracelet. “This shit nice. I’ll take it. You got any of thoseCartierlove bracelets in stock?” I asked, passing it back to him.
“I just got some in today. Come over to the display towards the back.” He responded, walking towards it. I followed him. He pulled the case of bracelets from the case and set them on the counter, along with a few rings and necklaces.