Page 76 of Jaeda
Shar was giddy with excitement. “I love this for you. That man is gonna turn you out. Mark my words.”
She had no idea that I was already well on my way to that. Last night, we had phone sex, and it was just as nasty as if he were in the room with me. Clearly, he’d done it before. As green as I was to a lot of things, he was an excellent teacher. The way he instructed me to close my eyes and touch myself while listening to the sound of his voice had me wetting my sheets up.
“Look at her ass over there thinking about it,” Renay said, laughing.
“Oh, whatever!” I exclaimed, my face completely flushed.
“Keep blushing. He’s coming over.”
I looked up to see Quaid making his way over to us. I stood and met him, going straight into his arms. Peering up at him, I saw his eyes were low, making me giggle.
“I take it they didn’t do you too bad,” I said.
“Nah. We’re cool. Your father did give me a hell of a blunt. I’m hungry as shit right now.”
Just as he said that, the patio door opened. Grams stuck her head out.
“Food’s ready!”
Everybody started moving inside. As usual, we all moved to the grand dining hall for the blessing of the food. My grandfather was already seated in his usual spot in the kitchen, already eating. With his illness, he preferred to eat and head back to his room these days. Most of the time, he barely spoke a word. His lucid moments were few and far between right now.
“I wanna introduce you to someone,” I said, pulling Quaid toward the kitchen.
As we approached my grandfather, he paused in his eating and looked up at us.
“Hey, Grandpa,” I said softly.
When I leaned in to kiss his cheek, he smiled softly. “Well, aren’t you a pretty thing. What’s your name?”
I was used to introducing myself at this point, but it didn’t break my heart any less.
Pulling out a chair, I sat in front of him and grabbed his hand.
“Jaeda, Grandpa.”
“I’myourgrandpa?”
“You are. It’s good to see you.”
I placed his hand to my face, hoping he would remember me, if only for a moment. He looked at me, squinting heavily.
“Jaeda! My sweet baby. You look just like that girl my son used to date a long time ago. What was her name?”
“Tavia. That’s my mom.”
“Tavia had a baby? Well I’ll be damned.”
I giggled. “She had four. She’s expecting again.”
“Children are a blessing. I had . . .” He paused for a moment, counting on his fingers. “Three? No, four.”
“That’s right.”
“Is that baby my son’s?”
I laughed. “No, Grandpa. Mama got married.”
“Good for her. That son of mine had too many good women and fumbled them all. Damn fool.”
