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Just when she was getting her life together he walked right back in - up the driveway and through the front door. The same man, who had molested her when she was a child, was now in her house again.
He looked very much the same with his long bony face with a ring of hair surrounding his mouth as if he were an Arabian sheik. He was still skinny but now had random patches of grey on his head.
He did not intimidate her now. For one thing, she was taller than he was and had more flesh and probably muscle, too. About twenty years before he could have done whatever he wanted with her. She was a child who had been taught to obey adults so she had dutifully carried out all of his perverted desires.
Why did he have to come back here? She asked herself. I can do without this stress now.
Uncle Joey entered the room, the pungent smell of cigarettes immediately filling the air.
“Good night, everybody.”
“Goodnight,” they said in unison.
They exchanged pleasantries and then Marissa excused herself. But from behind her closed doors, she strained to hear what he was saying to his sister, her mother.
She overheard that he had broken up with Asha, his common-law wife of eight years. The union had produced one child, Sonia, who was now four. Joey needed a place to stay, just until he got back on his feet. Marissa’s mother agreed to let him stay – just for a little while.
How could you do that? You didn’t even ask me. Marissa stewed in her room until it was time to go turtle-watching at Matura Beach with the young adults from church.
She checked her round dimpled face in the mirror at the dressing table. A bit greasy, she thought, so she dabbed a little warm bronze powder on. No one could tell that she was wearing makeup for it blended perfectly with her complexion. She tied a broad, tan band around her head and allowed the excess to fall loosely so that her reddish-brown kinky hair stood like flowers in a vase. She wore transparent lip gloss to protect her lips. Over the black cotton jersey she wore a blue denim jacket and completed her outfit with a pair of faded blue jeans and Reeboks. She closed the door behind her, crossed the corridor and went to the kitchen.
“Like you going out, Reesa,” Joey said.
“Yes,” she forced herself to say as she looked past him. “I’ll see you in the morning,” she said to her mother.
“Be careful,” the older woman warned.
As Marissa backed her Toyota motorcar from the garage into the street, she scolded herself. Why didn’t you tell him to go to hell while you still had some steam? You always do that, you big coward.
She knew that she would not speak to her mother about how she felt about their new houseguest again. They never spoke about anything important anymore.
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