and what you got?
Man
. The only somebody who might not be able to tell that your
aunt
Samantha is a man is Eddie Murphy.”
Aunt Samantha was actually Isis’s mother’s only
brother
—Sam Jones. He was living proof that God sometimes makes mistakes, just like the rest of us, because God had definitely given Sam the wrong body at birth. Sam had been getting shots to make her butt bigger and rounder and was taking the necessary steps to get a full sex change. For over twenty years, Sam had been dressing in drag, living the life of a woman.
When Isis’s mother had gone to prison, Sam had been forced to take on the responsibility of caring for his niece. His crazy, reckless lifestyle, the unprotected sex with various men, the casual drugging and drinking—all were reduced to a minimum when Isis had come to live with him. Isis was probably the best thing that had ever happened to Sam, because the AIDS epidemic swept through the gay community during that time. Most of Sam’s friends didn’t have a lifesaver like Isis to pull them away from the unhealthy lifestyle that they were living. Unfortunately, many of them battled the deadly disease to a losing end.
Missing her original target, Isis spat at Ms. Davis again, this time making her mark. Ms. Davis was caught off guard but still managed to swing and hit Isis with an open-handed smack to the face. That was the beginning of the end.
Aunt Samantha balled up her manicured fist and commenced to whip up on Ms. Davis as if the woman was a bitch who had just tried to steal her man. A few people were watching from inside the funeral home, but no one dared to break it up.
After a couple of well-placed blows by Samantha, Ms. Davis hit the ground. She should’ve stayed on her feet, because Samantha used her fall as an opportunity to stomp a young mudhole in her ungrateful butt. The only thing that made Samantha stop was looking down and noticing that she’d run her panty hose to the point that they were starting to look like large-holed fishnet stockings.
After leaving the imprint of her pointed-toe pump on Ms. Davis’s behind, Samantha warned, “Think about that the next time you want to call my child a bitch,” and followed that with another kick. “Bitch!”
Ms. Davis was balled up in a fetal position, afraid to move, afraid that another blow was on its way, when Samantha stepped over her to get to Isis and give her a hug. “I’m sorry, honey,” Aunt Samantha said, “but don’t let this affect today any more than it already has.”
“I won’t,” Isis assured Samantha. “You always told me that sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” They pulled themselves together and made their way to the burial ground to finish what they had intended to do from the start: put David in the ground in style.
Chapter 4
Sick as a Dog
Isis was eating breakfast at her favorite diner when her phone vibrated. Normally she turned the phone off when she was in a restaurant so that she could enjoy her food in peace and not distract other patrons from their dining with a one-sided phone conversation. She thought about just letting it go to voicemail, but when she looked down at the caller ID, she was glad that she hadn’t; it was Phoebe calling.
Phoebe was in Texas trying out for the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, which had been a dream of hers since she was a little girl. The Cowboys had been her father’s favorite football team, and once he passed away, she had become even more determined to make the squad.
“Hey, sister,” Isis answered. “How is everything?”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you at the funeral,” Phoebe told her sister, sadness dripping from her voice. “I feel like I let you down. I really wanted to stay and help with everything going on with you right now.”
“I know, sis, but I really want you to do great at your tryouts. You know this has been your dream since we were young.”
“I know. But there are so many girls
Man
. The only somebody who might not be able to tell that your
aunt
Samantha is a man is Eddie Murphy.”
Aunt Samantha was actually Isis’s mother’s only
brother
—Sam Jones. He was living proof that God sometimes makes mistakes, just like the rest of us, because God had definitely given Sam the wrong body at birth. Sam had been getting shots to make her butt bigger and rounder and was taking the necessary steps to get a full sex change. For over twenty years, Sam had been dressing in drag, living the life of a woman.
When Isis’s mother had gone to prison, Sam had been forced to take on the responsibility of caring for his niece. His crazy, reckless lifestyle, the unprotected sex with various men, the casual drugging and drinking—all were reduced to a minimum when Isis had come to live with him. Isis was probably the best thing that had ever happened to Sam, because the AIDS epidemic swept through the gay community during that time. Most of Sam’s friends didn’t have a lifesaver like Isis to pull them away from the unhealthy lifestyle that they were living. Unfortunately, many of them battled the deadly disease to a losing end.
Missing her original target, Isis spat at Ms. Davis again, this time making her mark. Ms. Davis was caught off guard but still managed to swing and hit Isis with an open-handed smack to the face. That was the beginning of the end.
Aunt Samantha balled up her manicured fist and commenced to whip up on Ms. Davis as if the woman was a bitch who had just tried to steal her man. A few people were watching from inside the funeral home, but no one dared to break it up.
After a couple of well-placed blows by Samantha, Ms. Davis hit the ground. She should’ve stayed on her feet, because Samantha used her fall as an opportunity to stomp a young mudhole in her ungrateful butt. The only thing that made Samantha stop was looking down and noticing that she’d run her panty hose to the point that they were starting to look like large-holed fishnet stockings.
After leaving the imprint of her pointed-toe pump on Ms. Davis’s behind, Samantha warned, “Think about that the next time you want to call my child a bitch,” and followed that with another kick. “Bitch!”
Ms. Davis was balled up in a fetal position, afraid to move, afraid that another blow was on its way, when Samantha stepped over her to get to Isis and give her a hug. “I’m sorry, honey,” Aunt Samantha said, “but don’t let this affect today any more than it already has.”
“I won’t,” Isis assured Samantha. “You always told me that sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” They pulled themselves together and made their way to the burial ground to finish what they had intended to do from the start: put David in the ground in style.
Chapter 4
Sick as a Dog
Isis was eating breakfast at her favorite diner when her phone vibrated. Normally she turned the phone off when she was in a restaurant so that she could enjoy her food in peace and not distract other patrons from their dining with a one-sided phone conversation. She thought about just letting it go to voicemail, but when she looked down at the caller ID, she was glad that she hadn’t; it was Phoebe calling.
Phoebe was in Texas trying out for the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, which had been a dream of hers since she was a little girl. The Cowboys had been her father’s favorite football team, and once he passed away, she had become even more determined to make the squad.
“Hey, sister,” Isis answered. “How is everything?”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you at the funeral,” Phoebe told her sister, sadness dripping from her voice. “I feel like I let you down. I really wanted to stay and help with everything going on with you right now.”
“I know, sis, but I really want you to do great at your tryouts. You know this has been your dream since we were young.”
“I know. But there are so many girls
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