“You sure you don’t want to come home with me?” Takira asks from her bedroom across the hall. “I know you dread seeing your family.”
I snap my suitcase closed and walk over to her bedroom where she’s still packing.
“I don’t dread seeing them.” I roll my eyes at her knowing look. “Okay, I don’t enjoy seeing Terry and Brandon, but I miss my mama. My aunties and cousins. And I want all my mama’s food.”
“Oh, are we indulging for the holidays?”
“I still won’t eat red meat or pork, but mac and cheese, stuffing, deviled eggs, yams, sweet potato pie, collard greens, corn bread? Babeeee, all them bets are off.”
I sprawl on her bed, wallowing in the stillness I’ve had so seldom the last few months.
“Besides,” I continue, “Terry and Brandon are going to visit his mama’s people in Virginia. I doubt I’ll see them much, if at all. I’m coming back for New Year’s Eve.”
“Aww.” She turns from her closet and pokes her lip out. “It’s my parents’ fortieth anniversary, so we’re giving them a party on New Year’s Eve. You’re welcome to join us in Texas. I don’t want you ringing in the New Year alone.”
“Girl, me, Ryan Seacrest, and that big ol’ apple dropping will be just fine.”
“You sure? ’Cause if you want to—”
“I promise I’ll be okay.”
My phone pings, and I reach into my back pocket for it to check the incoming text.
Livvie: Thank you again for the cookies! You’re so sweet.
Me: No problem! It’s not much, but I hope you enjoy them.
Livvie: They’re so good! I already ate half of them and am hiding the rest from my boyfriend. LOL!
Me: I’m glad! Merry Christmas. See you after the break.
Livvie: Byeeeeee! Merry Christmas.