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“Moe…” I said, trying to get him to stay calm. I could feel the rage pouring off of him.
“Nigga, fuck you! You ain’t do shit!” Karlos spat.
“Come see me then, nigga! I’m right here,” Morris said, standing up from his chair and gently pushing me behind him.
I knew I couldn’t stop Morris if he wanted to get to Los, so I moved back and pulled Karleen with me. The other men under the pavilion jumped between Los and Morris.
“You ain’t shit, nigga. You need to get over all that bullshit you still trying to blame on momma and take accountability for your own mistakes.”
“I’m still waiting for you to come over here!” Morris threw back while three men held on to him.
“Karlos, what is going on?” Pearline ran over, shouting.
“Ask your bum ass, son!” Karlos responded behind a wall of men.
“Morris, what did you say to him?” Pearline asked.
“WHAT DID I SAY? I DIDN’T SAY SHIT TO HIM! WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THE ONE THAT STARTED IT? OH, I KNOW…” Morris yelled.
“Shut up, Morris!” Sarah scolded.
“Get my kids. We are leaving!” Morris said.
“No, Morris, they are playing with their cousins,” I answered.
He was at a level of rage that the girls didn’t need to see. They were enjoying themselves and I didn’t want them pulled away because their father and uncle couldn’t get along.
Morris glared at me before throwing the men off of him and storming out of the pavilion.
“Don’t worry. I got him,” Leroy, his oldest brother said before following behind him.
“Yeah that’s right, walk away like you always do!” Karlos yelled.
“KARLOS! That’s enough,” Pearline growled while wiping the tears from her eyes.
Karlos stormed out of the pavilion in the opposite direction.
I didn’t realize that I was still holding Karleen’s hand. I looked over at the playground and saw that none of the commotion had made it to the girls. They were still running and playing with their cousins.
Karleen and I sat down in the chairs.
“Welcome to the family,” she chuckled.
“Thank you,” I laughed.
“It’s so funny that those two always figure out a way to argue, but it’s because they are so much alike. As quiet as it’s kept, Karlos looks up to Morris, and I think it hurts him that Morris blames them for being born to a certain extent,” Karleen explained.
“So, like the little brother he is, he picks at his older brother until he gets some attention even if it’s negative?” I asked.
“Exactly,” Karleen said.
“They are the spitting image of each other. They sound the same and everything,” I said.
“Check this out, Karlos is in law school,” Karleen leaned in and said.
“Shut the front door!”
“Yep,” she laughed. “He wants to be like Morris. He won’t admit it, but he does. I wish they could both just lay all of their cards on the table and heal from all of this mess,” Karleen said and rubbed her stomach.
