Damn It, Spencer
“Auntie, I believe that your self-esteem is low and that your self-confidence is shot. I’ve never seen you like this over a man. Do you hear what he says to you? Do you read the texts? He told you to die in your sleep, and that you were dumb and stupid. Come on, now. What do you see in him? He needs to leave you alone. Tell him to go.”
Lindar couldn’t take anymore of Spencer’s bantering.
“Okay! Okay! Spencer, I hear you!”
“No, I don’t think you do. I believe Cajun has a hold on you. Ain’t he from Louisiana? Have you seen Eve’s Bayou? Maybe we should watch that …. and that other movie.”
Lindar prayed silently, Lord, give me the strength to not cuss my niece out! She is working on my negative nerves. I know she means well, but goodness gracious! Does she ever stop?
“Do your hear me, Lindar? The movie about the serpent and…and…and…”
“The rainbow, Spencer! The Serpent and the Rainbow!”
“Okay! We need to watch those movies. Maybe we can figure out why he treats you so bad. But then, we need a movie to see why you allow him to treat you the way he does. We need a Terry McMillan movie for that.”
As if she had come up with the perfect thought, she chimed in, “I know, Lindar! We can watch Disappearing Acts. The one with Sanaa Lathan and somebody.”
