BBQ SAUCE: EPISODE ONE
"Unh, unh...", Katasha started stankily, wrinkling her shiny cocoa nose as she tried desperately to round off her big brown afro by patting it with her small graceful hands in the bathroom mirror. Stay-Sof-Fro was all over her palms, making them a lil' sticky. she wiped them on one of the vanilla towels hanging from the wall.
It still wasn't perfectly round.
" Ooo, you make me sick sometimes!", she exploded in frustration , almost singing it.
Her thick pinkish brown lips pouted sexily , her lioness light brown eyes widened dramatically. Shes ran a check on what her momma use to call " her goodies". Her dark brown eyeliner and mascara were catting her peepers up nicely.
Squinting cutely, she blew a kiss at herself.
"Babay, baby!", she sang, imitating the voice of Biggie Smalls, gyrating her hips rub-a -dub style .
" DAMN GAL...", her country ass momma yelled loudly.
" ...YO HIGH YELLA ASS AIN'T CHANGED A BIT. HURRY UP-SHIT!"
Made Katasha jump real quick. After she collected herself she laughed. She was about to be 21 and her momma's voice still filled her with fear. Some old school mix cd was blasting on the stereo. Her two younger sisters voices giggled and tried to sing along beneath it. The deep bass was making the floor vibrate.
Things weren't different at all. All was the same at home.
Her momma was still dramatic, loud, still trying to be out on the town all the time, still dating multiple sugar daddies. Her lil' sisters were fast , just like she knew they would be, sneaking into dance clubs and getting the latest fashions and jewelry by any means necesary.
It had been two and a half years since she had been around all of her family at one time. It was weird...not in a bad way, but weird nevertheless.
Living in Manhattan without family and having to make new friends she had to reinvent herself to keep up with the faster pace. Her political and religious beliefs had also changed. She had also acquired a more expansive vocabulary , slang and otherwise. She found herself repressing the urge to use them around her family though , out of fear that they would tease or chastise her.
Newness bothered them.
They were still tryin' to get used to the fact that she had cut all the perm out of her hair and wore jeans and sweatshirts most of the time. Their looks never escaped her.
Her momma told her that she needed to " stop trying to be so plain", then later ,"...gal, what happened to your dress ethic ?".
She was worst than her sisters though at their age when it came to clothes and jewelry though. Her hair had been long , flowing and fake. She packed on make up and was always laces in whatever chain, ring or bracelet. All the wanna be ballers in the neighborhood blessed her with something tryin' to get at her. None of them ever got close enough to taste her breath though.
See, Katasha was a closet nerd and read a lot. If her brain wasn't stimulated her mind began to wander away. Their conversation never did it for her. It was the same shit over and over.
It wasn' t like that talking to Cosmo though.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BBQ SAUCE: episode two
'...,but they never liked Cosmo', Katasha thought with immediate bitterness, remembering back to 1985 when he came knocking on the door to their flat to introduce himself to her fam.
She thought he looked like a skinnier LL Cool J.
He was fly, or as she would've said back then he was fresh. he stood confidently poised, draped comfortably in a baby blue adidas suit top with matching suede shelltoes, and perfecly creased dark blue Lee jeans. The furry kangol and Cazal frames he was rocking were the cherry and whip cream.
" Wooowee, he was hot ", she started, going in on her fro again.
'...at least by them standards back then he was', she added within carefully.
Most of the time they spent together was just around the hood, or at school. He was in two of her classes for two out of her high school years. they would write notes back and forth and sometimes help each other cheat.
Not like they needed to though. They were both sharper than ginsu knives upstairs. Both of them also worked jobs after school and had younger siblings they had to watch when their mothers weren't around, which was most often in both cases.
They became good phone buddies too. They would talk for hours on the phone sometimes about nothing other than normal everday occurences. He had intersting perspectives on a lot of things and was ahead of his time in the intellectual department. At the same time, he was very aggressive and quite street.
She had wondered many a time in the past two years what had become of him.
She accessed of few of their deep conversations in her memory banks. By far, he was the most interesting person she knew back then. They didn't get around to being intimate until it was too late. Senior year swooped upon them both almost as ast as their desire to get out of the hood to see more of the world.
They had almost did it once.
It was at a block party barbeque in 1989. All the teenagers on the block threw a party at Momma Moe's crib. Momma Moe was the youngest momma on the block, also the youngest house owner. She was 20 with four kids.
All the young ladies on the block bonded with her well because she was still young and cool. They could go to her house and do things their they didn't want their parents to see, like smoke trees, listen to explicit music, talk about people, gossip and drink.
It wasn't the first party she had , but it was the livest. Her and Cosmo found each other there. Normally, during those times neither of them were interested in drugs , or alcohol, but that night they had both decided to indulge. They were feeling themselves as Seniors about to graduate and elt like they deserved to let go.
They drank a forty ounce and smoked a joint together out behind Momma Moe's garage while a dance contest went on.
They talked a long time, watching each other, giggling, cracking jokes.
After the dance contest the DJ started spinning slow jams and they found themselves dancing with each other through most of the songs. It was like it was just them and everybody else was there for decoration.
Cosmo pulled her away from the party while Adore by Prince was playing. They went into Momma Moes house and found their way to one of her 'guest rooms'.
The bathroom door shook more this time.
Her momma screamed, snatching her out of her trance.
" YO TIME IS UP. LET THA MIRROR GO AND OPEN THE DAMN DO'! I GOT TO SHIT!"
TO BE CONTINUED...