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A Few Fruits & An Onion | Frozen Solid
Jazmin Trotter, a local call girl, is just finishing breakfast of toast and black coffee when there is a loud knocking on her door. “Just a minute!” she yells as she heads for the front door, eyebrows, and her floral night gown.
Not knowing what is happening, Jazmin becomes highly upset and yells, “What’s the big rush, bitch? You look like you just butchered a pig!”
“I need a place to hide out!” Tamala retorts. “From what? Who are you hiding from?”
“I don’t know!”
“What? What do you mean you don’t know what you’re hiding from?”
Then Jazmin gets her guts in a know and yells, “Talk to me, girl! What is going on here? Don’t just give me this bull-shit!” Read More
Maleta has heard this type of situation play out many times before and even though her heart has been leaping inside her chest, as it always does, she leaves the room following after her mother. Getting a washcloth and standing in front of the mirror. Examining the wound, on which the bleeding has slowed somewhere. Sally debates whether she should cleans it this time, or go directly to see a doctor. Up to now she has gotten scar-laden on most parts of her body. But this is the first time the blow has been to her head. She had been raised to keep personal family problems within the family, so she’s never before reported the abuse.
“Get me some 4x4s bandages and the antibiotic cream out of the first-aid kit on the wall just inside the pantry door, on the right.” “I know where it is, Mom. You treat me like some kind of imbecile or something,” and returning to her mother she hands her the bandaging material.Read More