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did find a way to bond, in that Pops recognized early that they both shared a love of music. A gifted pianist, Pops had taught the young boy all he knew about the instrument. Despite some of their differences, their relationship had been tighter than a drum.
    Seeing Tarik’s resemblance to his biological father wasn’t the only thing that had upset her lately. Instead of entertaining fond memories of her late husband, Ophelia’s dreams now included scenes of the years she had shared with Eli. They were disturbingly erotic, loving images of the man she had made sure Tarik would never know.
    It didn’t help that in his last years of their relationship, Pops was so out of shape that his performance in bed was just plain unappealing. She faked headaches so she could miss having his fat, sweaty body pounce her for the two seconds he could keep his dick hard. Even in the beginning of the marriage, Pops never did rock her world. She had left the man who could do that. Eli’s worthless ass absolutely excelled in the bedroom, and that’s what her dreams were now all about.
    “Hey, Mama Ophelia, I brought you a gift!” Carlos yelled out as he entered the kitchen. His voice snatched her away from her intense thoughts about Eli. She looked up and saw the person she had been waiting all day to see. At last, her seven-foot baby boy, Jonathan, was home. She called everybody to the dining room. It was time to eat.
    “Mama Ophelia, you gonna spoil that boy!” warned Sherry.
    Ophelia paid no mind to her unsolicited critique. She hadn’t seen her boy since he graduated from high school a few weeks ago.
    She piled mountains of macaroni and cheese, smothered chicken, and mashed candied yams, all of Jonathan’s favorites, on his plate. He encouraged her. “Yeah, Ma, that’s the way to put food on the plate.”
    “How come he doesn’t get the ‘portion control’ speech?” inquired Tarik. He yelled down at the other end of the table at Carlos, “Hey, brother man, how you like being pushed aside by the baby now?”
    Barely coming up for air as he tore up a juicy barbecue rib, Carlos sputtered out, “Long as I get
my
share, I don’t care.”
    Ophelia laughed at her boys. But they were absolutely right; she was doting on her baby. She looked at him across the table as grease from the chicken dripped all over his white T-shirt. Jonathan’s dark skin, brown eyes draped by notoriously thick black lashes, and an easy smile that lit her world up like the Rockefeller Plaza Christmas tree in New York City made him quite a handsome young man.
    Ophelia had missed Jonathan more than usual and worried about him being so far away from the family. Sometimes at night, she’d wake up, her heart fluttering, wondering how he was, afraid that something dreadful had happened to him or that he had gotten himself into some kind of trouble. She’d always call him, no matter what time it was, simply to hear his voice.
    Looking at him, laughing and joking with his brothers, she realized her mind was working overtime. Jonathan was a fine young man and had never done anything to make her think he wouldn’t act correctly. How could she worry about a young man who was an active member of a Christian youth group that wasdetermined not to engage in premarital sex? He was saving himself for marriage. She was so proud of him. Looking at him, trying to wipe the grease spots off his shirt, she decided not to spend another moment worrying about her boy.
    After the meal, Carlos came into the kitchen carrying a pile of dishes. She smiled. “You didn’t have to do that, baby.”
    Stacking the dishes in the sink, he said, “You know how I like working in the kitchen with you. But uh…ruh…I can’t stay to wash…I have some work to do…but I uh…”
    She playfully pushed him away from the sink and started prepping for the dishwasher. “You don’t fool me one minute. You’re going out with one of your girlfriends!” Seeing that she had him dead to right,