LLR 2 (continued)
Being half Black and half Rican made Elliot a total horn dog who couldn't be bothered with me after that, not when there was pussy to be had. As for Bernardo, who always went around bragging about being Dominican and how big their dicks were, he went back to doing just that, along with maintaining the explosion of kinky hair he was so proud of, this wiry mane he felt needed to be maintained in order for him to get in good with ladies.
A bush of what we Latinos, Dominicans included, referred to as nigger naps, demanded that in order for Bernardo to look good he would have to mat that sage brush with a smelly combination of brill cream and steady stream of never ending patience. All those naps would be forced down on Bernardo's head and held in place with all that goo, giving his hair an almost frozen look with none of it having body or bounce. With all that stiffness, Bernardo's hair resembled a nest of coiled springs with an invisible weight holding it down on some days, and on other days it looked like an oily body of water with rippling waves parted on the right.
Being the quintessential bitch that she was, Daisy herself took a swipe at me, hurling an egg at my sister and I as we headed home from school on Halloween, a day that really isn't really a holiday, but one that should require all schools be closed with all the stupidity that goes along with it. The nuns at St. Ann's forbade all of the students from dressing up in costumes because they felt it was demonic, with the whole order preferring to push All Saints Day as the appropriate holiday and recognized day of celebration.
Daisy missed us by a good foot, but my kid sister had seen her when she tossed it; the entire group of eighth grade idiots surrounding her laughed when it splattered down on the sidewalk by us. Bad news for Daisy. My kid sister who was never one to take any shit anybody wasted no time replaying the incident to my fourth oldest sister Lorraine who was home from college for a few days. Lorraine, who fended off droves of angry Black girls in highschool during homeroom, lunch, class, and dismissal, didn't like what she heard. Daisy would have to be paid a visit.
What Daisy didn't know was that along with having fought off all those angry Black girls who were jealous of her in highschool, my sister Lorraine was now fighting off the possibility of her winding up a martyr like my mother to some man who was a complete an utter failure with every guy she dated from college on out. Whenever she fought someone it was my father's face she saw strung up on her opponents head, and being two years older than me, Lorraine's hatred for our father had gotten a huge head start on mine, sending her in to a rage at any given moment, even during a fight; that would make her even more determined to pummel her opponent. Paying Daisy a visit meant delivering an ass whipping.
The following day at dismissal, my kid sister and I were met by Lorraine, who was standing right in front of the school slightly buried behind the large group of parents who had kids in the lower grades and always perched themselves on the sidewalk by St. Ann's at three o clock to pick up them up. Her arms were folded and her long jet black hair was pulled back behind her head in a tight bun. She had come to fight. And while it really wasn't in me to hit a girl (that being the reason why Lorraine was there) I certainly had no objections to watching Daisy get the living shit kicked out of her. All my years at St Lucy's, and having to deal with the likes of natural born assholes like Ricky Guzman and Perry Blackmon had taught me that some people can't be taught consideration and compassion for their fellow man; it has to be beaten in to them. Daisy was about to get it beaten in to her. When the eighth grade class came storming out of St. Ann's the way they always did, their pending graduation at the end of the school year making them think they were the chosen ones who could do whatever they wanted, my kid sister and I both pointed at Daisy, singling her out as the one who had tossed the egg at us. Just as all of her loyal subjects started to gather around so they could get their last hurrahs before they headed home, Daisy saw when my kid sister and I pointed at her. She also saw when my fourth oldest sister nodded at her as if to say “It's on now.”
And while my fourth oldest sister isn't a rough looking individual, with her long jet black hair and sharp pointy features making her look like some Indian princess trapped in the ghetto, her dark brown eyes always maintain a sharp angry look housed in a piercing glare. Daisy saw that look as Lorraine started to walk over to her, sidestepping her way through the large crowd of parents who were waiting for the kids in the lower grades to get dismissed.
Daisy broke away from the usual crowd of idiots who flocked around her without even telling her loyal subjects bye. The large crowd of parents slowed Lorraine down as she tried navigate her way around them, giving Daisy a head start that she took full advantage of by darting off to the corner of Second Avenue where she started walking home briskly with the three of us just a few feet away from her in pursuit.
Once that Blonde bitch hit he corner, she broke out in a full blown gallop that told us she wasn't only blonde but yellow like a chicken with the spots of a cheetah and the speed of one who was hauling ass to get back home. At heart Daisy was a coward, and my sister showing up to beat her in to oblivion had called her bluff, something that none of the girls in eighth and seventh grade had done. The three of us had missed her by maybe a couple of feet, but that was all it took for Daisy to pour on the speed and put a distance of about two blocks between us, as we stood at the corner of Second Avenue watching her run, the image of her shrinking to the size of a pin prick.
“Tell her I'm gonna rip the fucking hair off her pretty little head,if she bothers you again.” My sister said, her hands balled in to fists, and her eyes locked on tightly to the vanishing image of Daisy.
After that I didn't have anymore problems with Daisy, which allowed me to get back to my constant gazing of Lisa,who was now starting to look back at me.