“What’d you say?” Sister Betty could feel her fist take on a life of its
own as it began to ball up again.
Ignoring Sister Betty again, Sasha continued. “You gonna need some
advice before Trustee Freddie returns from his monthly prison ministry
visits.”
“How do you know where my fiancé goes?”
“I know more than you think I do, Sasha replied. “I know another thing
too.”
“What?” The veins in Sister Betty’s scalp began to pulsate. She could
feel the heat rise from her head. She was hot!
Sasha was determined to finish what she’d thought was a blow to
Sister Betty’s foolish confidence in matters of a worldly nature. “I know
that you know nothing about how to start a life with a man his age who’s
probably still a virgin. He acts like he’s had very little experience in the
ways of womanizing.”
Sister Betty jammed her hand inside the pocket of her nightgown
and felt around for a safety pin or a nail clipper; anything to jab Sasha.
“You’re going too far Sasha. I believe I got something though that’ll
bring you back.”
“Sister Betty, stop acting shy and extra saved.” Sasha snapped
while pointing toward Bea who had remained busy writing on her pad
throughout their exchange. “At least ask Bea about such sexual matters.
Low life folks she ran with back in her day called her Bea Baby Doll.
This ole Heifer ran a gambling parlor and a bawdy house. Everybody
knows she’s done more than just a little prison time and you know in
there they learn new tricks every day. So if anyone can show you how to
keep your man happy with more than just baking him a mind-crippling
red velvet cake; this ole she-rilla Silverback can.”
“Betty, how do you spell Becton?” Bea had suddenly turned to face
Sister Betty with her eyes twitching like a pair of Mexican Jumping
beans. “Is it b-a-c-k-t-u-n? And are you also taking the name N-o-e-l?”
Bea quickly dropped her head again. The front of her curly plum-
colored wig moved down onto her forehead leaving her Fez slanted. She
continued focusing on the pad in her lap with only her dark plump cheeks
blowing in and out showing any sign of life or acknowledging Sasha’s
tasteless attempt at promoting her sexual expertise and exploits from her
pre and early Christian past.
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