EP 6: Past Lives
It’s been two days since Jordan heard from Danielle. She really didn’t know how to feel about it but assumed that maybe she was busy. Or scared. Either way Jordan was not feeling good about the situation at all.
There were a lot of things that the two of them hadn’t talked about. Like whether they were single. How could she forget to ask? Danielle was so interested in her that it had to be real. But what if she has someone at home.
“Mom can you take me to school today?” Her 12-year-old daughter, Kiyah, asked from the bathroom.
“Are your legs broken?”
“C’mon mom please?”
“Ok girl, hurry up then.”
“Can you take me to McDonald’s too?” Kiyah asked smiling.
“I knew this was a set up. I can’t trust you,” Jordan said laughing and shaking her head. “Sure.”
Kiyah ran to finish getting ready.
She talked Jordan’s ear off the entire time they were in the car together. Jordan kept thinking about how Kiyah will be starting Middle School this coming school year. It was hard to believe. It seemed like just yesterday she was telling her mom that she was pregnant.
As Jordan headed to work she thought about Danielle again. What was keeping her?
She texted her again, Where are you? and still didn’t get a response. She was feeling a little disappointed because they really hit it off the other night. They exchanged messages all day and then it’s like Danielle disappeared.
What was going on?
Her phone rang. She got excited hoping it was Danielle. But it was Ken, Kiyah’s father.
“What’s up?” Jordan answered.
“Ugh, why you always trying to sound like a man?” He said disgusted.
“Why can’t you ever be a man?” Jordan retorted.
“I’ll always be more man than you.”
“That’s debatable,” She countered rolling her eyes. “What do you want?”
“To take my daughter away from you. That dike shit is nasty and she should know.”
She slammed the phone down. She hated giving him the time of day with an argument. Ken really was a piece of work. He has always been the biggest asshole ever. Jordan couldn’t really understand how she let it get so far with him.
She was young and he was the quarterback at the time. All the girls wanted him and since rumors always surrounded her sexuality growing up, she wanted to do something to stop them. So she dated a guy. She tried to date a guy would be more accurate. They had sex and she got pregnant.
After a long day at work Jordan liked to come home and relax. She owns five car wash and detail shops. She likes to visit one or two every day for a few hours. It’s always unannounced and chosen randomly unless there’s a complaint. Her partner fills in for her from time to time.
When Jordan pulled up she could see that Kiyah was home because the lights were on. Jordan didn’t directly give her a baby sitter but she has her neighbor Ms. Margaret check on her every couple of hours. She even does a walk through for Jordan to make sure Kiyah is safe and alone.
Jordan grabbed the mail as she headed to her condo on the top floor. Downtown Manhattan was expensive living but Jordan loved it.
She called Ms. Margaret on the way up to let her know she was home. The elevator beeped on every floor, almost as quickly as Jordan sifted through the mail.
The elevator doors opened to Jordan’s floor but she stood there staring at the familiar handwriting on the envelope addressed to her at the bottom of the stack. Jordan felt her World tumbling down around her. The color drained from her face and her eyes widened.
“Mom.” Kiyah said meeting her at the elevator.
“Yes baby,” Jordan said snapping back to reality while her heart raced with fear.
“What’s wrong? You look like you saw a ghost,” Kiyah asked worried about her mom. She glanced at the stack of mail.
“Nothing.” Jordan put the letter back on the bottom quickly so Kiyah couldn’t see it, then took the envelope directly to her room.
Kiyah stood there. She didn’t understand her mom’s strange behavior but she brushed it off.
Jordan emerged from her bedroom with a fake smile on her face, “What do you want for dinner?”
“McDonald’s!” Kiyah said with no hesitation.
“No McDonald’s, your fast food quota for the week is maxed out.”
“Well, next time can I get a warning before my last meal?” She smiled.
“How about you stop wasting it on nasty McDonald’s,” Jordan laughed. “What do you want that we have here?”
“Mom, it’s not funny,” Kiyah said laughing, “Just make whatever.”
“Ok, remember you said that. Give me 30 minutes, and dinner should be ready.”
“Alright.” Kiyah kissed her mom on the cheek and left her alone to cook dinner.
Jordan sautéed some shrimp then steamed some rice and mixed vegetables for dinner. Her mind immediately went back to the letter. How did she find her again?
She texted her brother Omar, She’s back.