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“Have you ever thought about trying to find your birth mother?” I asked.
“I’ve thought about it, but I don’t know. It’s kinda scary. I mean, she gave me away for a reason. What if she’s a serial killer or even worse—a bad hairstylist,” she chuckled. “For real, I wouldn’t know where to begin. I sometimes think I’m okay, not knowing.”
We allowed the silence to settle in. A million thoughts ran through my mind about Beatrice and the girls.Would her absence affect them the way my mother’s absence affected me? Would she really move and leave her children behind? Would I need to find a counselor to speak with the girls about this transition?
I was tired of thinking, so I broke the silence and asked, “How was it on tour with Lyrica? You ghosted me, so I never got updates on how you were doing.”
“We’re back on that again? I didn’t ghost you. I gave you space to do you.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, sitting up.
“It means…it means I didn’t ghost you. So, tour life was crazy.”
I allowed her to change the subject. I didn’t have the mental fortitude to deal with that subject after the day I’d had.
“I’ve heard about all the crazy things that happen on tours,” I said.
“Man, the stories do it no justice. We kept cases of condoms on every bus because those kids were living their best lives out there on the road,” Cam said.
“And you weren’t?”
“I was enjoying the cities and all the free food and whatnot but a different dude every city? Naw fam, I ain’t built like that. Plus, I had a little situationship going on. He was a dud, and it didn’t work out. Speaking of situationships, what’s going on with you and your girl?” she asked.
“We called it quits today,” I responded.
“Really? Why?”
“That shit had been over for a while. We just needed to have the official conversation.”
“This has been a terrible day for you,” she said.
“Tell me about it,” I huffed.
“Are there any hurt feelings after the breakup?” Cam asked.
“Not on my part. Probably not on hers either since she’s been kicking it with Councilman Henry.”
“I may have heard a whisper of that,” Cam admitted.
“Yeah, I heard about it a while ago. Then their picture was in thePartylinesection of theSt. Louis Americanall hugged up.”
“The black folks’ newspaper,” Cam chuckled.
“Correct. I knew it was over because I saw that picture and wasn’t even fazed. I’d heard some other stuff too.”
“Was it amicable?” Cam asked.
“Yeah, no hard feelings since the feelings had died a long time ago.”
“That’s cool that no one was upset about it,” Cam said.
“Oh, she’s going to be upset when she and Councilman Henry wake up one morning and the sides of that toupee are coming unglued.”
“Shut up! He doesn’t wear a toupee,” Cam laughed.
“Yes, he does. That negro is bald as an eagle.”
Cam threw her head back, laughing.
