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The following Wednesday, we all met up and took the test. By Friday, the results confirmed that Charlie was my biological son. At first, Mariah was uneasy with the findings, but once again, she had prayed and fasted while we awaited the results, so she was mentally and spiritually prepared for the outcome. Her being the devout Christian she is, she thought it would be in good taste to invite Allison and Charlie into our home to take refuge. I was extremely apprehensive about the idea, but surprisingly, that night we all sat down at the dinner table together as one big family and had a great time. Allison apologized to Mariah and I about her outburst after Mariah repented for threatening Allison. Therefore, there was peace and tranquility under my roof.
Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. Sunday morning, as I was running out to get a newspaper, Mariah came downstairs looking for our boys to get them ready for church and also invite Allison and Charlie to join us. Upon approaching the kitchen, she eavesdropped on Allison attempting to manipulate Wesley Jr. and Andrew’s thoughts with her unorthodox dogma. “Boys, you know you don’t have to go to church, right? Trust me, it’s a waste of time. It’s just a bunch of hypocrites who tell you not to lie, cheat, and steal then turn around and lie, cheat, and steal from you. Besides, there is no God. There’s not! There’s only darkness and light. And believe me, it’s way better to be in the dark than the light because it gives us...”
“Allison! Don’t say another word to my children. Now I understand that you’ve had a bad experience with members of the clergy, but that does not give you right to come into my home and try to poison the minds of my kids with your anti-Christian views and beliefs. In this house, we go to church every Sunday without fail. I know you’re a grown woman, but as a guest in this house, you are subject the rules of the household. Since I’m a Christian, I forgave you for your transgression, but now, you have crossed the line. Oh my God! Lord help me. You know what, Allison? I can’t do this; you gotta get out!” Mariah proclaimed as she restrained herself from going off on her the way she desired.
“What do you mean I gotta go? If Wes isn’t putting me out, then I’m not going anywhere!” Allison professed as she waved away Mariah, dismissing her demand.
“Oh! Sister girl, you are going get out even if I have knock you over the head, tie you up, and drag you out. I ain’t playing with you, girl. Don’t think I won’t grab all that pretty, blonde hair like a wet dish towel and ring your ass out onto to the patio and down the driveway. Try me!” Mariah howled as she stared Allison down without blinking.
“Now Mariah, all of that isn’t necessary. Why are black women so hostile and violent? I was actually surprised to see that Wes was married to a black woman. From what I recall Wes prefers white meat,” Allison combatively divulged as she looked Mariah up and down.
“Huh! Well, I guess he came to his senses and realized that all the flavor is in the dark meat,” Mariah sharply retorted with confidence.
“If you say so, I guess. But like I said before, Mariah, I’m not going anywhere. So, you really need to have a seat before you mess around and say something to offend Charlie.”
“Offend Charlie? The same way you were just in here saying offensive stuff around Wesley Jr. and Andrew? Allison, let me tell you something. This is my house, and you don’t run a damn thing up in here. You hear me? Now go get those two raggedy garbage bags of clothes you brought with you and hit the road, bay-bae. Since it’s Sunday morning, I’m going have mercy and call you a ride. I‘ll even let you pick. Do you want a checker cab, yellow cab, Uber or Lyft?” Mariah offered as her patience was starting to wear thinner.
Allison stared at Mariah with an intense psychotic look of disbelief. “You have got to be kidding me! So you’re really gonna kick me and my son out on the street? You know damn well that I don’t have anywhere to go. I barely even have enough money for a bus ticket back home. If I go out there and something happens to me and Charlie, our blood will be on your hands.”
Mariah instantly started to cackle. “Girl, bye! That sounds like a personal problem, and don’t try to run that guilt trip stuff on me. Why don’t you stop running and let your Children of the Neon Street Light friends take you in? I mean, if they are willing to follow you from one state to another just to get you to come back, I’m pretty sure they would be willing to give you room and board. Oh! And for the record, I don’t feel the least bit sorry for you, honey child, because I’ve done more than my Christian duty to accommodate you. In fact, I have over-extended myself to make you feel comfortable in my home and you repay me by coming into my house and trying to corrupt the young impressionable minds of my boys. Nah! Your ass gotta get the hell out, and as far as Wes goes, I’m the one who makes the house rules, and he enforces them. In other words, what I say goes. So you need to take your non-singing, non-acting wannabe Jessica Simpson looking ass upstairs and get your crap, bay-bae.”
“Hey Mariah, lighten up, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just talking to the boys. Besides, they’re way too young to truly comprehend what I’m talking about. Chill out, girl; have a seat. I was just about to cook breakfast,” Allison petitioned in an attempt to divert from the issue.
“No, no, Allison. We are not gonna just sweep this under the rug like you didn’t just say what you said. Uh-uh! That’s not gonna happen, bay-bae. Who cares if they can understand what you’re talking about? I understand what you’re talking about, and I disapprove of that ideology in this house. I can’t speak for your son, but my boys are very comprehensive of what they are told and can articulate it very well. Now you may be foolish enough to believe God doesn’t exist. But bay-bae, let me tell you, it’s been God who has helped me accept and embrace you and your son. It’s been God who let me put my feelings aside so that I could feed you and welcome you into my home. It has been God who has prevented me from grabbing you by your damn throat and throwing your Kirstie Alley ‘Look Who’s Talking’ looking ass against that wall. With that being said, He’s the same God that will always be in this house. Goodbye, Allison,” Mariah confessed as she opened the backdoor and pointed outward.
“Okay fine! Whatever...I don’t need you or your God. But I guarantee you’re gonna pay for this. Mark my words, Mariah,” Allison muttered as she gripped Charlie by the hand and exited the kitchen to start packing her belongings.