Cinnamon Black’s Other Daughter? by Angelia Vernon Menchan
Cinnamon faced the wall with her eyes closed. She felt rather than saw Leigh walk into the room. The scent of Estée Lauder Youth Dew perfume filled the air.“How is she?” Leigh whispered, asking Velma, her oldest sister. Cinnamon had been with Velma six months since Leigh picked her up in Haiti and Jesse was arrested. She attended school and hadn’t phoned or reached out to Leigh. Velma shrugged, not wanting to speak. She suspected Cinnamon wasn’t sleeping. Velma beckoned for Leigh to follow her from the room.
Cinnamon heard the door closing softly as a tear slid down her cheek. She felt completely empty inside and didn’t want to return to Center City, but she knew Leigh would insist and though at almost twenty, she was technically grown, she would go home. It was time to, there was no longer a reason to stay away. As a Dubois woman, she had to suck it up, square her shoulders and face the world.
Ten days later, Cinnamon and Leigh flew back to Florida, secrets between them. There was also a lie that Leigh would take to her grave with her.
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“Do you know Labyrinth Jackson?” Aura asked Muhammad. Muhammad had lived and worked in Los Angeles several years ago. They were eating lunch in her office. She was his big sister and attorney.“Should I?” He asked.
“No, she reached out for an appointment in four weeks. She’s lives in Los Angeles. She’s a couple years older than me but you had groupies, even older groupies.” Muhammad smiled smugly. His sister was always on his shit.
“I did but the name doesn’t ring a bell. What’s her situation?”
“I’m not sure. She’s moving to or coming through and needs an attorney to read something and provide guidance. I took her on because I do know Rosetta Garcia. She was two years ahead of me in law school. It’s intriguing.”
“Sounds like it. But you need intrigue, I’m sure your professional ball players and the whole Brown and Black clan are as boring as hell.” Aura could only chuckle. That was a lie. Her practice up to and including her family was always exciting.
“You know damn well, that’s not true. Mo money, mo drama.” Muhammad shook his head.
“Mo money than drama though.” Muhammad noted. Aura held up her palm for her brother to slap it.
She had looked up Ms. Jackson and there was nothing out of the ordinary. She worked at a bank, earned a decent salary. She lived in a nice apartment she didn’t own but had almost no debt. She was an only child who inherited a house her parents bought in the 60s for ten thousand that was worth over 200 thousand even though it was on the periphery of south-central Los Angeles. She had no ex-husbands or children but had dated four well known athletes who were now married to other women. Her Facebook and Instagram profiles had photos of roses and there were no selfies are photos. Just random expressions here and there. Aura was truly intrigued. She didn’t know Labyrinth has scrubbed away all photos before contacting Aura.
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