Page 17 of I Can't Even Think Straight

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from my two little angels.

Granny kisses her teeth, then says:

“And tek out your cane rows after dinner.”

Granny turns and talks to her pots:

“I can’t believe im mother let im

go to school wid im hair like dat.”

T points and laughs at me.

My cheeks burn

with angry embarrassment.

I don’t like when

Granny bad-mouths Mum.

But Granny’s not wrong.

Mum knows how to do my hair,

but she never makes the time.

Mum relies on Granny to do it.

Mum said there was no point

of her doing it in Cyprus

because I was at the beach

with Vass every day.

And when we got back home,

Mum went back to work

and seemed to forget

I needed my hair redone

to go back to school.

“Kai!” “Kai!” The Twins call again.

“Eight, nine, ten!

Ready or not, here I come!”

I kiss Granny as I pass her,

I pat T on his shoulder,

and run to find The Twins.

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