Her mouth moves away from my mouth as she whispers, “Oh my, look at Julie and De.”
Her free hand gently turned my head until I could see my mother and De standing in a circle of light just outside of the gazebo. Bhabhi Layla’s mouth was right against my ear so she could whisper to me and not be overheard. I want to enroll somewhere, go to classes, and graduate with a degree. Layla put her fingers over my lips to silence my ‘holy shit’. “What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is yours” was his attitude, and he was really smug and vindictive about it. That meant my mother was a minor, and my grandfather was going to file criminal charges if my father didn’t marry his daughter.
