![]() ![]() ![]() “No, I don’t need you,” Amelia said, knowing that deep, deep, down inside she wished, dreamed, and even prayed for Quadir to be for her. “And you don’t need me?” Quadir looked down. “Who said that our journey together is over? Who knows what the future holds for us, Quadir? But right now, what we do know is that Gena needs you.” “Sometimes, people are meant to travel this life together for great distances, sometimes short ones.” “I thought that we were going to go across the country together.” You think that I’ll stop loving you, just because you are across the country?” “She loved you, even when you were on the other side. True love lasts through time and space and distance.” Amelia paused for a moment, hearing her own words as a tear whelped in her eye. It changes, it grows deeper, more profound, it morphs into different manifestations, but it’s always there. In fact, if it’s true love, it never really ends. I’m here, you know, and besides, you don’t stop loving someone, Quadir. “Maybe we are meant to be together, maybe we aren’t, maybe it’s just… bad timing, maybe in another life. ![]() “What about us?” Amelia asked with a smile on her face. You love her, she loves you, and right now, she needs you more than ever.” Some things are not meant to be understood. You always want to try to figure things out, you always want to try to dissect, to label, to understand and rationalize. Why does anyone have to say it? I mean, my God, it’s written all over your face,” said Amelia. “Are you saying that I’m in love with Gena?” But the truth is you won’t, and I’m tired of pretending that maybe you will.” You pretend to have feelings for me that you just don’t have, and I sit here and pretend that maybe, just maybe you’ll forget about her, and love me. “Quadir, I can’t do this anymore,” said Amelia in almost a hushed tone. However, his reaction indicated that he wasn’t about to let anything go. She honestly thought that his hearing that piece of information would drive him further away from her, and he’d let it go, let her go, even let the money go. She had never thought in a million years that hearing Gena had a miscarriage would even remotely affect him. “I said are you okay?” Amelia asked again, realizing for the first time just how deep his concentration was set in Gena mode. The last thing he wanted to hear was that Gena had been pregnant by Jerrell. Silence fell and a look of despair fell upon Quadir’s face. I guess Jerrell beat her so bad, she lost it.” “You know I didn’t tell you this, but remember the night you brought Gena here? Well, when I examined her, I realized that she had suffered a miscarriage.” He often wondered whether, if she didn’t have his money, he would ever have thoughts of her. She was all he thought of, her and his money. He wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to say. Actually, it seems as though she’s the only thing you ever do think of.” “You seem to never stop thinking about her. She sat her briefcase down next to it, strolled into the living room, and kissed Quadir on his cheek. “Hey yourself!” she said, tossing her keys onto a Bombay chest in the foyer. Maybe ten or twenty years from now, he would shoot her a second mil ticket. ![]() And just to show how decent he was, he’d put up a million, just in case she needed more at a later date. With a million dollars, Gena could even look out for her grandmother and the rest of her family. They would have enough to pay their bills, and Gena could even finish school. A million dollars was enough to buy a decent house and car. Gena and Cherelle would both be fine as long as they didn’t try to live like rap stars. He had decided that just as with Gena, he would have to take care of Cherelle also, once he got his money back. “Are you crazy? You let your mother throw me to the fucking wolves, while she does everything in her power to make sure Cherelle and your baby are hunky fucking dory?” He could see her now, absolutely disgusted. He thought of Gena, and the happy smile on his face slowly faded. Quadir smiled as he thought of his mother, Cherelle, and his daughter spending Sunday mornings at church together. From that day forth, if Cherelle needed something, the Richards family had her back. By the time Viola was done, she had made up her mind that her grandbaby would never want for anything. Cherelle got exactly what she had always hoped for-Quadir’s family’s acceptance for her daughter-and Viola got what she wasn’t expecting, a granddaughter. From that point on, there was a bond and a relationship between the two women. Viola looked up and saw a big smile on Cherelle’s face. ![]()
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