“What nuts, little nigga? You still got balls until you turn sixteen. You got at least three more months before you get some of these Big Burns nuts, boy,” Andre said jokingly to his little brother.
“Ask yo’ bitch about my Big Burns nuts. She’ll tell you ain’t no balls hung down there in years,” he snapped back, and both brothers began laughing.
“Don’t nobody want to hear about your Big Burns nuts, Andrew, and please leave him alone, Andre. You know he’s going to tell Auntie Stephanie that you were messing with him, and then I’m gon’ have to cuss the bitch out again,” Sade said, turning her attention back to her parents’ graves. Andrew wanted to check her about her constant disrespect toward his mother but knew better. So did Andre. If he and Sade ever had beef, he made sure to chew it up and swallow it before she knew it existed.
Sade wasn’t right in the head, and it became more noticeable with each year that had gone by. Her maternal grandfather said she had inherited many of her ways from her grandmother, and her paternal grandmother pushed the blame on her grandfather, but those who knew her parents had known the truth. She was all the bad in Savannah and Dre combined into a beautiful woman with extraordinary looks and intelligence but plagued with a very dark side that she loved to feed. Her dark side didn’t resemble anything seen from her parents, and those who had known them assumed she was the seed of some demonic creature that didn’t have a soul. If this weren’t true, Sade did all she could to make it seem as if it were.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye until next year,” Sade said as she moved into her exiting position. She always concluded her visit in the same manner, which was spitting on both of her parents’ graves, and why wouldn’t she when she knew both were empty....
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