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She gave me a hug.
“Hey, Mr. Valentine! How are you?” Keeva smiled.
“I’m good Keeva. How are you?”
“I’m having regular bowel movements and orgasms. The two most important bodily functions, so I would say all is right in my world,” she responded.
“Keeva!” Mrs. Patterson scolded.
I held in my laugh, but Averie laughed.
“Mommy, he asked. Was I supposed to li…I mean tell a story?”
“I have no idea where these girls get these vulgar mouths from.”
Averie and Keeva coughed at the same time while looking at their mother then chuckled.
“Whatever! Averie, go find your father and Kerem and introduce them to Samuel,” her mother instructed.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I followed Averie to the basement of the house. The basement was set up with a pool table, a dart board, old brown leather couches, and a large television mounted on the wall. Two men were sitting watching sports. The younger of the two seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place him. The older gentlemen looked like a male version of Averie, so I knew he was Mr. Patterson.
“Hey, Daddy.” Averie went and hugged her father. “Hey Reem,” she hugged the younger man also.
“This is Samuel Valentine. Samuel, this is my father, Wendell Patterson. This is my brother-in-law, Kerem McDaniels.”
I shook both men’s hands.
“Mr. Patterson, Averie told me you are the one who taught her about cognac, so I brought you a bottle.”
I passed the bag to him. He pulled out the box, and his eyes lit up.
“This is theMagie NoireXO. They don’t make this anymore.”
“I have a connection. I hope you enjoy it.”
“Oh, I will,” he smiled. “Have a seat.”
“I’m going back upstairs to help mommy,” Averie said.
I winked at her before she turned and left me downstairs with the men.
“I recognize your face, Kerem. How do we know each other?”
“I am the manager of Commons Bank.”
“Oh, right. We had the conversation about my accounts. I’m sorry we couldn’t work together on that.”
“I completely understand your position on your banking needs. I respect how you are handling them.”
“Thank you. It was ingrained in me by my father and by my mentor to try to keep our money in our community as much as possible. So, I stick with black owned financial institutions.”
“I understand. I believe it’s important as well.”
“Come on Cards!” Mr. Patterson yelled at the TV. One of the Cardinal players had missed a catch and caused two runners to reach home.
“How did he miss that?” Kerem slapped his leg.
