Thursday, June 25, 2015

BeJeweled: What a Tangled Web We Weave, by Chelle Ramsey



EXCERPT 3:
Going into the salon, she was prepared to hear some good, old-fashioned gossip. It was healing for the soul sometimes. And with the strange moods her husband was experiencing lately, she needed some healing. She thought back on Nikki’s words and hoped the gossip would be fun rather than malicious.
“So, is it serious, Ty?” Maya asked.
“To me it is,” her master stylist, Tyrone, replied as Olivia sat in her chair. She maintained a chair of her own, because despite being a business woman, doing hair was her first love.
“Who are you in love with now, Ty?” a client asked.
“Nonya” he replied with a smirk.
“Who is that?” the young girl asked.
“None of yo business,” Tyrone replied and started laughing.
Olivia shook her head at his foolishness.
“Honey, don’t pay Ty no mind. He in love with somebody new every two weeks. He fall in love more than some folks get a paycheck,” Belinda cracked.
“Girlfriend, at least I got somebody to fall for, and I ain’t playing with them toys on lonely nights.”
“Ladies, gentleman, let’s not be crass,” Olivia corrected.
Tyrone put his hand over his mouth and apologized. He had not seen Olivia enter the hair salon from her office in the rear.
“Hey, is that our shop?” Darla asked, pointing at the flat screen TV hanging on a wall overhead.
“Yeah. What’s going on?” Maya asked.
“Someone turn that up?” Belinda hollered out.
As they were turning up the volume, Olivia had risen from her chair and began fast-walking towards her salon doors. She clicked the locks just as she saw someone attempting to enter.
“What the hell is going on?” Belinda asked with her hands on her ample hips. Frown lines creased the folds of dark brown skin around her eyes and across her forehead. She laid down her beveling iron to move closer to the TV screen. There wasn’t an eye that wasn’t glued to that tube, except for Olivia’s. She was closing the blinds over the windows of the shop. When the waiting clients in the lobby noticed what she was doing, they jumped up to do the same thing.
“Mrs. O, come here and check this out,” Tyrone called.
“…and it happened right here in this very shop. Here’s a clip of that fight that occurred back in the spring.” The TV panned to a very clear shot of Angel and Kianna brawling in the middle of the hair section of BeJeweled.




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BeJeweled: What a Tangled Web We Weave, by Chelle Ramsey



EXCERPT 2:
“Mrs. O, can I talk with you for a moment?” she asked, hesitantly stepping into the kitchen.
“Sure,” Olivia said, washing a knife in the sink. She had just prepared a fruit salad for a late night snack. She set the knife back into its place in the knife block on the marble countertop. Grabbing the bowl of fruit, she took two black glass bowls out of the overhead cabinets and walked to the table.
“Come on and have a snack,” she offered, placing the bowl before Nikki.
“I wanna thank you for all that you’ve been doing for me. I haven’t told my mom about the episode at the reception yet,” she stated somberly.
“How come?” Olivia asked, ladling fruit from the large mixing bowl into the bowl in front of Nikki.
“Thanks,” Nikki grabbed her spoon and speared a pear and twirled it around in the fruit juice at the bottom of the bowl. “Well, as you can probably guess, my mom and sister don’t really like my husband.”
“I’m sure they don’t dislike him, Nikki. They probably just do not like what he puts you through. That would have to be tough on any family.”
“I know, but it makes it hard for me to go and talk to them. I feel like they’re judging me every time I do, and the only thing they can say is, leave him.” She popped the pear into her mouth. Staring off into space, she thought of the last conversation she had with her mother about Carlos, which didn’t go over well.
“Have you shared with them how it makes you feel when they do that?” Olivia asked.
“Uh-uh,” Nikki replied, swallowing the last of her pear, “it don’t matter. They won’t listen, anyhow.”
“I see. I think you want them to just hear you out and keep their opinions to themselves, support you, right?”
“Well, that would be nice. But anyway, like I said, I wanna thank you for being here for me. But my time is up now,” Nikki stated as she stared down into the bottom of her bowl, refusing to meet Olivia’s eyes.
“What do you mean, your time is up? You know I told you that you were welcome to stay for as long as you needed. If you want to get help, I’ll do that; if you want to move out into your own place, I will help you with that, too. I don’t want you to feel rushed into anything, or like you have a time limit on you, because you don’t. I just—”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that, Mrs. O, it’s just…it’s time for me to go home.”
Olivia raised one eyebrow and swallowed past the lump in her throat before speaking. “Home?” she asked in a shocked tone, as if she didn’t know there was such a place.
“Yes. Home. I’ve been gone long enough,” Nikki stated, “and Carlos and I talked, and he thinks we can work this thing out. He’s apologized so many times. And I miss him, you know?”
“Mm-hmm,” was all Olivia said. She placed her fork into her bowl and clasped her hands under her chin.
Nikki turned away from the look of disappointment that she saw reflected there. She could take anger, attitude, rejection, and even sorrow. But disappointment, she could not handle.
“Look, I’ve been gone from home for a while now. I’ve stayed with Rory a couple of nights. Then I stayed at my sister’s one night, until I couldn’t take her pressing me about why I had left home. Then I came here with you. I’ve never been gone from home this long before. I think he realizes how serious I am.”
Receiving no response from Olivia, Nikki scooted her chair back from the table. She took her bowl to the trash receptacle, emptied it, and washed it out. The entire time she stood at the sink, Olivia sat quietly at the table eating her fruit salad.
As Nikki walked to the entrance of the kitchen, Olivia finally spoke up.
“Nekana,” Olivia called. Nikki stopped in her tracks. No one except her mother called her by her given name. “You don’t have to bask in it just because it was given to you.”
“Huh?” Nikki turned around with a scowl on her face. She had no clue what Olivia was talking about.
“Your name. Surely you know it means ‘sorrow.’ But you don’t have to carry that weight on your shoulders, anymore.” Olivia released a weighted sigh before going on. “Baby girl, when you turn it over to the Lord, He delivers you and gives you peace and joy. His word says: ‘And the ransomed of the Lord shall return and come to Zion with singing; everlasting joy shall be upon their heads; they shall obtain gladness and joy, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.’ Nikki, it’s time for you to hold your head up and stand strong. Reclaim your life. Do what you must do to be the strong, beautiful woman that you are. Trust in God, and stop fighting this battle you call life. I’ve known you for five years now, and you’ve been sad every one of them.
“Where is your joy? Where is your strength? Where is your courage? Stand up for Nekana Vincent, because no one else is capable of doing it but you. You’ve got Wesley running around here, trying to protect you. You’ve got Carlos acting a fool and taking you through hell over his drinking and jealousy. Then you’ve got your mama and sister trying to dictate every step of your life and placing their expectations on you. And if you let any one of those people down, you’re scared you will fail. You’ve already failed, because you’re trying to please too many people. Stand up for one person…you. Stop being the victim, Nikki. Fight! Fight! Damnit, fight for your life!” Olivia had come to a stand behind the table and was hitting the table with her fork with every sentence she said. She stood trembling with anger.




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