A family’s dark secrets come to light

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Carter shook his head in bewilderment as his sister ran to the rear stairs and left.

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Halvatia Curry eyed her friend and employer with concern. June Crafton had just returned from an appointment with her gynecologist. Her doctor told her she was in the early stages of menopause. However, it did not explain her periods of incredible sexual arousal.

“Here, Miss, I fixed some more of my tea fo’ ya’! Drink it down!”

Halvatia Curry, Miss Curry, was 62 years old, had eight kids, buried three husbands and was practitioner of obeah. Obeah was not a religion. There were no churches, no temples. It was a collection of beliefs. Practitioners believe they can channel the essence of the world for good or evil. It centered on potions, spells and talismans. In her small room off the kitchen, she kept the tools of her art.

For her beloved employer, she prepared a special tea. It was a blend of herbs that would ease her through this change. She was concerned that the Miss’ doctor was prescribing some kind of hormone treatment. She knew it was not necessary. Her potions would help her employer through her change. Also, she was not sure how that would interact with her herbs. Her herbs were powerful drugs also.

June sipped quietly at the steaming hot cup of tea. It had a slight tang as it crossed her tongue. The aroma she inhaled was musky, heady stuff. It refreshed and soothed her. There were no misgivings about letting Miss Curry use her potions and herbs on her. She trusted Miss Curry implicitly. Her parents were killed when she was just an infant. Their will designated Miss Curry as her guardian. She was the only mother she ever knew. She was housekeeper, guardian and confidant.

“I guess it’s just as well. I mean, Tom has no interest in me whatsoever. Hell we even sleep in separate bedrooms now!”

“Men be about whatever it is that moves them. Dey don’t know themselves what it is. It’s women who see and know change.”

June sat back in her chair. Somewhere in that statement, there was a kernel of common sense.

“But what’s a woman to do! She wants to protect her family. But she has needs!”

“Honey, we all have needs. We all go through changes in life. Dem men, dey change. Dey don’t have a monthly so dey don’t see a physical change. But dey change. Some change and go back; others change and move forward.”

“The only change Tom is going through is not fucking me!”

Halvatia chuckled. “Miss, take it from an old woman who had three husbands and mo’ men than I can count. Fucking and love ain’t the same thing! You can fuck someone you don’t love. But loving someone you fuck adds spice to it, like the seasoning in my gumbo!”

June took a sip of her tea and looked at Miss Curry appraisingly. Here I am 45 years old and she still educating me. June had taken Miss Curry’s concoctions before. Sometimes they seemed to work.

“Is Carter home?”

“Yes, Miss he be up in his place!” He just done fucking his sister, Halvatia thought with a shake of her head. Dem children and Miss June gona be the death of me yet.

Chapter 2

The whine of the elevator pulled Carter from his nap. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and set up on his elbows. The pressure of a full bladder caused him to get up and pad barefoot to his bathroom in his boxers. As he relieved himself with the door open, he heard the elevator rattle to a stop on his floor. He tried to reach back and close the door but it was too far away.

At 45, June Crafton was antithesis of the stereotypical Black woman. She was not a big busted, big butt statuesque woman. She was petite Creole with tiny sensitive 32B breasts. Her skin color and her strawberry blond hair looked for the entire world like that female United States senator from Louisiana.

She was trying to process the advice her doctor had given her. They were discussing the side effects of her hormone replacement therapy. Initially her doctor told her the side effects had to be tolerated. She would only be on HRT for a short time. When June balked, her doctor moved around her desk and sat next to her patient. She advised her that while she could not prescribe it, marijuana might relieve the symptoms.

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