^^ A LOVE STORY CONTINUES ^^

The sun's midday heat was scorching the road,melting it into tar.It was

a relentless heat.It was a heat which drove everyone to their homes and

caused shoe-less men to limp.((water water..gimmuh some water). A

glass of water was the only quencher for this kind of heat.

Veronica stayed silent throughout the journey from church.Her thoughts

were stretched towards Tuesday morning.She was leaving this beautiful

island,her new-found love,her friends.~~oh i wish it wouldn't end~~

Duawee's mind was also stretched towards Tuesday.He wondered how about

the leaving of -his new-found love .~Will there be tears on both

sides?Will she still love him after her return to America--Away from him

and the paradise they both created. The new-found loves were getting

lost in the silence.no words were spoken.somehow, even though their

thoughts were the same,the eyes and ears did not connect.It probably

will sink in more tomorrow/YES,it'll make more sense then.Tomorrow

Monday. Junie

was in the kitchen when they both entered the house.The baby was

sleeping.The baby's mother was busy helping Junie.Marlene was no where

to be found.Duawee greeted the cooks with cheek-kisses. Veronica said

hello and sat down in the long chair. Her eyes grew heavier with every

minute..sleep was running her down and she needed to get to bed.Her

head bobbed every six seconds.Duawee had disappeared,but she was not

really looking for him,sleep was all she cared about at that moment.

Duawee reappeared dressed in a long t-shirt. He gave her the blue

t-shirt with african paintings.she took it and headed to the bathroom

to change.she re-emerged looking all native,a Bajan-American.Duawee

asked Junie which room could he use for the sleepy heads.she pointed

towards the larger room(Junie's room).They crawl towards the waiting

pillows. <>. The sleep fell

into them as soon as their heads hit the soft pillows......

Veronica was in a dream ,a dream full of dead faces..grandfather

bringing ice-cream..grandmothers arguing in the kitchen--it's

thanksgiving.She is the small girl sitting on a table.she's five years

old and still her normal age - its a strange dream- she runs out of

the house,leaving its noise to the wind..she's in the park playing with

a friend,someone she hadn't seen in ages,not since they both left

college.They walk out of the park,into a maze and get lost. The more

they shouted, the further they drifted,until they become

-voices,haunting voices.They drifted away and they are alone,they still

see each other,but cannot touch.. Crying begins until their mothers

come for them and smiles return. On the way back to the house the

woman taking Veronica home turns out to be a stranger,an old lady she

used to tease years ago. With every step they took,the tighter the grip

becomes.Veronica tries to run away,but the grip and the old lady's face

holds her there. The old face looks down .it's a scary face.--**(it's

payback time for the teasing by a little girl on an old woman,who only

wanted to be loved.)**-- The face looks down,its eyes red and

scary..horrible.. a nightmare begins. RUN RUN ..galloping shoes of the

old woman, matching strides,a cold,dead hand on her shoulders..she

screams and run and run.. the face is next to her laughing and its an

ugly face, so she looks away,but the face is everywhere..

RUN..RUN..scream..heart beat.. heart beat.. -huuuuhh- huhhhh (catching

for breath) -huuhhh.. she makes it to her home.it's an empty house with

the walls painted grey. PANIC. - huuhh -huuhh. Her mind is scrambling

to make sense of the surroundings.the old woman disappears.only her own

heart beats,she hears. music is straining from behind a door. she looks

into the room,its walls are painted blue. A stranger is standing over

the music center playing the same song over and over again--the

song:::WHEN LOVE IS NEW:: .The closer Veronica gets to the music and the

stranger..the softer the music becomes.she cannot make out his face.he

is tall .Somehow,her lips finds a way to his.The kiss is sweet,but the

stranger's face is still hidden. Hands explore each other and the dress

falls away from her body. He removes his jacket,revealling part of his

bronze skin.His shirt is white,silky and familiar.she becomes older in

this part of the dream.After she entered the blue room, she became the

Veronica in paradise. The music is slow.the heartbeat is fast.they are

in love. the lips become the heart's messenger and the heart reacts

sudden, a tilting within their bodies.The man holds his woman tight.the

woman becomes ready for him,because the length of time breaks her down..

((**it's been a long time,since i held yuh and ask yuh how was your

day**)).

Clouds in the room/dream..the dreamer reacts..*i cannot lose this dream

now. !!!!dream ..where are you? dream dream..uhhhh, yes make me

now>>> The floor becomes a mat full of petals and it's there the dreamer

mets her lover again and its happening and not... happ...n.:::""-uh

ahhh uhh uhh ahh..

^The dreamer awakes and falls into sleep again.A kiss on her forehead

breaks up her dream. Duawee awakes to find her struggling with

someone,so he kisses her sweet. he returns her to herself. ^^ Duawee's

dream is lying next to him,snuggled up on his shoulder.

Outside the room visitors are assembling,moving around in

whispers.Marlene appears from out of her room,her eyes ready to face the

day.she kept the story of the party locked in her head.One word about

last night might trigger Junie's anger..so cool it till Tuesday. Marlene

opens the door to look in on the lovebirds

Marlene: OH Looka dem doh,duh look suh sweet.

She signals to Lorraine to come and look, but Lorraine is not

interested. Marlene is confronted by her mother's stare. She moves away

quickly,finding the baby and kissing the face over and over again.Inside

the room the sleepers unwind from their rest.They look at each other

and smile.No words,just smiles and a little kiss in between.They go the

bathroom separately,to get ready for lunch and the rest of the day. The

table is ready((more food--Junie cooks up a storm )).Veronica enters

first in her blue t-shirt,looking all bajan.she feels so different

now,like she was family.she feels like Marlene is her sister and Junie

her aunt. the baby belongs to her too.she hadn't really gotten to know

Lorraine,but later today that might all change when the three of them

sit around and tell jokes and secret wishes. Duawee enters the room.

***peek-a-boo---guess who***. Little face Mike was in the house. He

and his mother had come over to thank the stranger.

Little Face Mike introduces his mother.Veronica notices the

resemblance..the same little face was on the little mother..she was

about 5' 4"..The mother sat back down quickly after the

handshake,complaining about her arthritis.the pain shot pass her

knees..squeezing her other limbs making her eyes twitch.That pain

hovered around for about a minute.It's a pain which grabs you and

connects you to reality..it's an old time pain or a hard work pain

..either one this pain will remind you. After the slight relief ,the

mother sighs.Then her questions begins to flow.she asks about Veronica's

family.Her questions aimed trying to find if, somewhere in the past, if

her family had a bajan heritage.Veronica did not know all the

answers.Lil Face Mike was holding unto Veronica's hands.His face was

full of smiles.His face spelt love /love spread from him and his mother

to the giver/the savior of complete hunger..VERONICA. The talk of love

and gratitude filters through to Veronica's eyes,which begin to lose

water.Duawee squeezes her neck,so that she would regain her

composure.((drab the eyes..they are sweating)).Everyone discovers

Junie's banquet.a meal to feed about 20 people was prepared for

eight.there will be plenty of leftovers. Prayers by Ida(Mike's

mother)blesses the meal and Veronica.The special prayers sent a slight

sharp feeling through her..a feeling of embarassment. FOOD...A LOT OF

FOOD. Eight people took their turns around the food.it was like a

voyage..rice /chicken/gravy created a ship sailing.the extras were

little boats which rescues from the bloated ship.The passengers floats

after the heavy meal capsize them into lazy drones.. As they floated on

their chairs..a big glass of mauby came crashing

in.'' .

(MAUBY-ice cold on a sunday..ahhhhh..tell de sun to throw down its

heat..mauby gine always save we..)

The table was cleared of plates/ bowls/saucers/forks/spoons/glasses

etc..They were placed under tap water,soaped,dried, then laid to

rest.rest until another day,when they are again called upon to rescue

the hunger and the thirst. Television ON. A sunday matinee..a black and

white love story.The eyes follow every scene until sleep takes hold of a

few and their snoring mixes a phat beat..like hip-hop((zznlkll

knippp.zznlll.knippp)(psushhe..shhhuse..knippp shhhuse.knippp).Junie

turns off the television and heads to her room.everyone was sleeping

now.they were in front of the screen posing in their sleep..In the big

chair--Veronica--Mike--Duawee,heads locked together.In another chair to

the right of Duawee- Ida,her SNOORE had the hardest beat.On the

floor-Marlene.Some of Lil Rick's wuk-ups had caught up with her.She

couldn't even make it to her room. A fly rested on the mat,rubbing its

legs with glee.A row of ants marched to their homes with six times their

body weight loaded on their backs.^^left,, right,, left,, right..de ants

coming down.. left,, right,, left,, right..marching through de hot

sun^^. The house was quiet,except fot the hip=hop snores,and

that's how it remained.The house shelters from the heat.it comforts you

in sleep .its provides solitude while you rest.it protects you from the

outside... *()()_()()*

CALANG..CALANG..CALANG. de ice man.. Mike knew he wasn't dreaming when

he heard the sound.he rushed out from between Veronica and Duawee.Their

head crashes against each other and creats a slight pain.They didn't

want ICE-CREAM.THEY WANTED LOVE.They held each other and whispered,their

afternoon breath running up each other's nostrils. They were in love, so

a stale breath which came with the love notes was all part of their

comfort zone.Mike came back into the house,his hands dripping cream.he

had bought ice cream for everyone.He even bought one for his friend,who

help him with the other ice creams. Mike hands Veronica a red lolly..a

special lolly.

Veronica: could you place it in a cup for me please? it's dripping all

over my hands. thank you mike.

Mike:ok,then... mummy i gine outside and play wid Chris. ""

Ida; don"t go too far.i'll be right here. "

Mike: uh gine be out front ..bye.

Duawee;Ida i haven't seen you in long time. how are you doing?

IDA; Boy de arthritis got de old girl doing dixie.uh don"t know what to

do wid de legs.de doctor en know either.uh wasting time dealing wid

he..sometimes uh feel uh would cut both uh dem off..duh does hurt

bad..apart from dat i just give thanks to de lord,cause he gimmuh

Mike.he's a blessed child..ef half uh de young uns growing bout dis

buubados,did like he,this country would be a better place fuh all uh

we,but nuff bout me.how yuh doing?

Duawee: i'm fine,just working hard.so what have you tried for the

arthritis? i heard about some natural herbs from a friend,his mother

also has arthritis,she uses them and its like a miracle.I have some at

home.you take them as a tea and they clear the parasites from your

body.The herbs are over 500 years old.all natural .i'll get some and

bring for you next week..ok. Junie i'm just going outside to walk off

that meal. i feel like i put on some weight.^

Ida:yuh look fine tuh me. ask your girlfriend ..tell him how he

looks..de girls round hay does still ask bout you,Duawee.We gine tell

duh yuh got uh chossel,and stop dem looking..ahhhaa heee

hehe(laughing)..

The door closes the sound of laughter.Veronica walks away with

curiosity~~ . The heat's softer now.children were returning from sunday

school.young men dress in nice clothes..young women in best frocks. The

young men greeted Duawee with a "MR. MAYNARD"..the young women giggle

at his soft eyes...a smile and sense of importance surrounds him.From

their faces he could tell who their families were..the resemblance

startling.-His boyhood days returns to him..he wore a short

pants(trousers)to sunday school too.he didn't like the sunday

service..just to look at his *girlfriend was the reason he would make

the visit to church .he was nine years old and it became a ritual.

later he disliked church for two more reasons.his girlfriend moved away

and on television,the sunday matinee started at 3;30pm, sunday school

ended at 4;00pm .he would rush out of church, run all the way

home,undress in a pant--huhuh.. huhuh,walk up the road,casually,so as

not to arouse mother's suspicions..go to the T.V house..((he's

becoming a T.V. louse)).sit down and try to figure out the first hour of

the show..It pains him when he misses the best of James

Cagney/Edward.G.Robinson/Humphey Bogart gangster moves. He really likes

those shows, not for the lifestyle they presented,but for their acting

ability.Westerns were ok.Love stories-forget it..Musicals --he's

staying after sunday school. YES. those days of splendid youth,growing

up in Barbados. Veronica was feeling uneasy She was walking with Duawee

and he was in his own world..he was not introducing her to the staring

eyes...the peepers from behind the curtains...the eyes retreating from

the flaps of wooden door/windows.

The sudden feeling of being single out grips her.She,in turns, grips

Duawee.He returns from his past in time to introduce her to two old

ladies, he knew from those days..these two old women were fixtures in

the village.They held the village together.the young and old respected

them always .Their names slipped from his memory.The old women catches

the slip-up and introduces their names to Veronica.She smiles.they

returned theirs.The hands were old...but those four hands... fed many a

young child...stop up the hunger...deliver many a baby..held many

tired/sad hearts..calms and comforts when death comes a-calling..those

four hands.. their fingers scorned and issued warnings..fingers which

would grab the nearest pea tree limb..break it off and spank your

backside((americans- get a good ass-wupping)

,then send you home to your parents for the follow-up.. as a youngster

you dare not show any disrespect to these two women.your life would be

*SCRUGE*,(unblessed)..those two women were the heart and soul of the

village and surrounding areas..RESPECT DUE TO THEM ALWAYS..the first

granny -Ethel was born and bred bajan,has always lived in this

village.the second granny-Merna was born in Grenada,DE ISLE OF

SPICE.Merna came to Barbados at age 7.Her aunt was told to take her to

*de land of FLYING FISH,before her parents left Grenada,to migrate to

ENGLAND,whose mythical streets were paved with gold..Her aunt

discovered Barbados offered a future, so she stayed__((*writer's

note--this statement does not,in any way,suggest that Barbados was any

better than Grenada..this statement is used as an illustration to show

how immigrants always view their new homes.eg; caribbean people first

visting NEW YORK..LONDON--how do you view your new home?)).Ethel and

Merna met at primary school.They became firm friends when one bully girl

pick on *de forener wid de strange accent*and tried to extort money from

de little seven-year old Grenadian..Ethel saw the shakedown and with one

slap,knock down big bully-girl,who didn't even see the slap coming,but

saw the stars forming around her head.The little Grenadian girl obeyed

the words**RUN TUH CLASS AND TELL THE TEACHER...I"LL TAKE CARE OF HER.**

>From that day on, the bond of friendship was shaped..Flying Fish and

Spice..when mixed up, man um sweet..CARIBBEAN INTEGRATION AT IT

FINEST..--~""yes, we be but small islands,but just touch one uh we and

we gine defend--IDEOLOGY"". SO the two grew up through school years

..teenage years..they shared everything together...married two best

friends from the same parish.They got married three months apart..their

lives was Bajan life...Grenadian life..Caribbean alive..there are too

many stories to begin and end with these two pillows of society..

Duawee,again, remembers some of his boyhood days as soon as Merna

reflects on the cut-tail(beating),she gave him,when he and another boy

name *TOSS MUH BREAD* were fighting over a piece of cane..here there

were; two friends fighting over sugar cane and the cane fields were full

of freshly cut canes.They were being spurred on by

agitators-shouting::"MAN DUAWEE YOU TEK DAH ..CUFF FE MAN..I WUN TEK DAH

FROM HE..MAN.. MOP HE UP..GO ON TOSS MUH BREAD..DUAWEE CAN'T HANDLE

YOU..CHUH TWO HIGH FALLS IN HE.The fight was not over the sugar cane,but

over an assertion of child man-hood.The licks came raining down on the

two of them.The agitators took off like a kite,snaking through the cane

ground.TOSS MUH BREAD got the first set of lashes.Duawee dare not

moved.As a boy when getting ready for licks, it didn't pay to

run,because if you ran away today..you'll get more the next day.So the

licks were shared between the two and after the finger scorn..TOSS MUH

BREAD AND DUAWEE hugged and skipped all the way

home.yes..those..days..bygone days.. Veronica was enjoying the

anecdotes,especially the one about the time Duawee was made to take off

his pants and stay in the house..his mother warning him to read a book

or he gine go blind from looking at the sun and flying

kite..morning,noon and night..Veronica teased him by pulling on his arm

and smiling..the other stories he will share with her later..but for now

he would show her the rest of his youth.. Ethel dropping the *marriage*

remark signalled it was time to leave.The goodbyes from the old ladies

travelled downill.They walked,pass some other sunday school boys.Then

some older boys gambling,stooping over their livelihood.Old men gathered

outside a shop,its door closed,in respect of the Lord's day.Veronica's

hands were in and out of so many hands,they were beginning to

hurt.Finally they reach a group of men(boys)shouting out the tales of

Saturday night--^^someone was getting horn((his girl was seeing another

man))^^_someone nearly got in a fight over a motorcycle--leaning against

another man's motorcycle could spell death..especially if it's the NINJA

BIKE 1500 cc..fast and furious..yuh can horn that man but don't lean

pon his bike..he would kill yuh boyee..^^ Veronica noticed the contrast

of this group..ages stemmed from 18 to about 22..they were jovial and

enjoying life to the fullest..INTROS:>>

DUWAEE;;; This is Mark..Elvis...Tyrone..Colin..Andy..Chris and the one

over there, dress to the hilt, is my friend Peter.

The introductions were fast and gentle,each man returning the greeting

with a bowed head..then sniggered amoungst themselves..LOOKA DE FOOD..

Tyrone's hair was locks up..Rastafari.his greeting was different.

RAS T;"Greeting my african queen..straight from de river nile, blessings

to you and your fruits from I and I. Jah Rasta Far I. I AND I eyes

have witness your beauty and now i knoweth the richness of ZION"

Peter came out of his pause.His lips pressed against Veronica's

hands..his greeting similar to Tyrone's(Ras T),but smoother.

Peter :Good evening princess, i thank you for gracing my eyes with your

beauty. i stand here before you welcoming my life's end ,because in you

i see heaven.where did you come from,my dear? could it be the dream i

pursued,has come now to take me away or is it the appreciation of God's

good words,of which i hold within me,make you appear and bless

me...well then, today, i cherish my life ..and wish you be

mine...ahhhh.. you like dat Duawee?.

Peter broke off his hypnotic words with laughter. His eyes were

brownish grey and they kidnapped you..no ramsom could release you.He

bore a remarkable resemblance to Rick Fox, the Laker's basketball

player-turn actor--rapper..OR the Texas Tech College basketball player

from BARBADOS--MARIO LAYNE.

Peter was the bomb as they would say in America...Veronica's friend

Sherry--would remark.."he's the bomb and he could explode in my bed

anytime..be it skud missles or rayon bombs, i'm ready to die."

After a few words Veronica was led away by Duawee. up the hill pass the

barking dogs and a mother duck with six ducklings behind her..up pass a

row of houses with cooking smoke venting from the kitchens..tall trees

in the distance .The breeze was their only companion-- .she

thought,~this must really be paradise.here i am, in a three day love

affair and walking to nowhere, with someone i love so quickly.~



The sound of the wind was silent on the hill.From the edge of the cliff

the watchers looked down.The beauty of the trees spead-blanket

below.Suspended by its beauty. It made one wish one could fly.

If i could fly.

i would fly

through your world

dropping petals of peace

feed hungry children.

if i could fly

i would take you under my wing

make you listen to the wind

make your heart sing.

i'll teach you to fly!

i'll teach you to fly!

fly a w a y..

through the sky

over mountains

clouds and sea

in my world

we would fly

we wouldn't die.

GASP!..GASP!.. the sharp intake of breath held the watchers

still.Duawee was rediscovering the world there.He hadn't been there for

years..not since he nearly died when he trip on a rock and nearly fell

to his death..ANOTHER CUT-TAIL(beating)..he appreciated the beating back

then,because it reminded him everyday of his mother's love. The beating

reminded him that if he had died that day..his mother would have died

too.

Veronica;OH...WOW..this is the best yet,look at the mist rising up from

the trees..look >> look >> out there..the sea. it's so inviting.oh i

could stay here for ever.. i love you D.

Duawee;I love you too and i'm gonna miss you.the last couple of days

have been wonderful.you have made me very happy and i wish you would

stay..being with you all day ,today and the other days.i've become me

again.i've become satisfied with life's small mercies.

THE KISS.

*======>>

THE MISSING

*++++>>>>

THE HEARTBREAK

*^^^^^^>>>

THE LOVERS

*THE LOVE

THE LOVE

THE LOVE

Its hurting them now and the cry within them shouts out to be heard.down

in the pit of their stomachs..all over their bodies a trembling

occurs..a tightening of flesh and the burning desire to hold and catch

the deep..before its goes away. the breeze whispers overhead,through the

trees, lamenting its sorrow.

a tear on the sleeve..

@ @ @ @ @ @

Duawee: well can you stay just a few more days?

Veronica doesn't answer.she's crying away the hurt..so he asks again.

Duawee: when do you return to work? Wednesday or Thursday

Veronica:Monday!

Duawee:monday?..monday?

A joy runs through him and a sense of surprise crawls through her.

Duawee: well can you delay your return...stay awhile longer.please?

**He kisses her to make the answer yess.. she shakes her head.

The answer was yesssssssss.A long kiss sealed it.

Duawee:Will next sunday be okay.if you leave on the morning

flight,you'll be home about 2:30P,which gives you time to rest and

you'll be fresh for the morning.

Veronica: yes,you are right,but .but there's something i want to ask?

Duawee: what is it? do you have to contact someone and let them know

you'll be staying longer?

Hesitation ..utter.. utter..Veronica grows nervous.her question is stuck

in doubt.

Duawee:Veronica,you can ask me anything.. so what is it?

Veronica:i..i.. i want to stay with you. i do not want to go back to the

hotel..tonight..let me stay with you..is that okay?

Duawee;oh ..of course.I was going to make that suggestion later

Veronica: now this request wouldn't go against your high moral

character?

Duawee laughs,catching her meaning about moral and character.she was

being sarcastic. he kissed her.she wonders what the night would bring.he

wonders too.

Dark night

keeper of secrets

do not

answer till

the time is right

till the morning

beckons thee,

till the moon sighs

through yonder windows

to reveal a present

of love spent

wrapped in warmth

and water.

night hold

your light

till the juice floods

and the mirror/wall

laces shadows

together in sound.

night

keep thy secret

deep

tell no one

show no one

be our guardian

keep us safe

from the eyes.

Tonight

we are ready.



The couple were joined by some tourists and their guide.The

introductions were passed from hand to hand.The vistors were weighed

down by numerous cameras. Their faces explored the beautiful scenery.the

clicking and video cameras captured the sights .

They left as quickly as they came.

.goodbye.

.enjoy.

.take care.

They were alone again.the solitude brought LOVE again.they did not

kiss.they just knew it was theirs,to have and to hold.the man sits on

the grass.the woman follows.first she sits next to him,then she

playfully pushes him on his back.they laugh together,a nervous

laugh.LOVE was coming in and there was no way to stop it.the woman jumps

on top of her love and reaches in to kiss him.their un-curling bodies

sent the grass downward.the scene is ripe.the love is ready tonight.the

couple laid still in the grass looking up to the sky,searching for

answers to their feelings.the woman laid on his shoulders.the man

stretched his position for more comfort.

./."_..

The sun fell behind the furthest point of sea.In its place,a painted

sky;the beautiful sunsets of the ISLANDS.Veronica and Duawee held each

other to persevere the night and its riches.Soon the evening will

end.They held unto this sunset until their eyelids held enough. The

sunset remained,as they turned their backs, to the edge of the cliff and

headed home.The love wrapped them around each other.The retraced steps

to the street.Some of the boys had disappeared from the happy

group.Peter,Colin,Chris and Andy made up the group now.Jokes were on

parade.Peter was on stage.Duawee and Veronica joined them in

laughter.Some of the jokes were crude.some of them passed Veronica's

sense of humour. she laughed anyway.Duawee fisted the group and took his

woman away from the jokes.They had to leave.The evening was closing in

on their plans.

The houses were losing their lights.some were very dark,with the

occupants still looking through the windows and doors.Duawee hurried

with quick greetings.The two old women were gone from the street.only a

few small children remained,playing.

Junie was alone in the house.the television shone on her face

-*SURPRISE*.She was sitting watching a local program and was worried

about them.The news on the radio reported some violence from saturday

night.that report rushed her worrisome nerves, forward..into a

heart-beat race.she was so glad to see them.Small Face Mike and mother

had waited,to say goodbye to them,but the night came and hurried them

home.

Junie: where did you go? yuh had me worrying bout wunna. uh was here

praying wunna would get back safe.. uh uh..

Duawee: we went on the hill. i had to show my honey where i used to

live.she really enjoyed it,especially when we ran into Ethel and

Merna.They told her all about my beatings. you think they would have

held somethings back.

Junie; yuh should know them two old girls by now.it could be de

Queen.they would have told her all the history of barbados.she would

have to call her security,in order to get away from them..yuh gotta love

them though.. Veronica yuh see how wicked he was,when he was small.he

ain't as sweet as he looks. ....wunna hungry..leh muh get something for

you all to take home..Veronica..do you have something to heat up the

food back at the hotel..

Veronica looks at Duawee.their smiles meet and nearly break into

laughter.**(it's a secret..Junie).Junie rushed pass them to the

kitchen.she wondered about their smiles..~~oh well..uh getting old.



PACKED car. .kiss.. enquire about baby..baby sleeping..Marlene was

late..,lorraine came ..thanked ..then to sleep...a tired mother./



The car's lights brightens the area around the house.Junie waves. Her

mind is now on the whereabouts of Marlene.As the car reverses,Marlene

appears.she sticks her head through the window,her body and feet

motioning with the car.

Marlene: uh went looking fuh wunna..somebody tell me wunna gone pon de

hill..so uh went tuh visit muh friend Jackie. uh gine see wunna next

weekend? come fuh muh hear! ..yes mummy i'll be right in..love wunna

badd,and to you,Veronica, me sister-LOVE,PEACE AND WUK-UP.

Marlene runs into the house.Junie laughs.she's glad to see her

daughter.In for the night.

>>>

'

The hotel room entered,packed and left.it was swift..she was moving

fast.At the front desk an English tourist,full of banks beer, was

arguing with the desk clerk.His strong cockney accent, mixed with

beer-spit was hitting the clerk on the forehead.The Clerk wanted to use

one of his bajan's cuss word,but he remembered his family needed the

money.He gave in to the beer man's request.

The beer man walks away singing one of the songs he heard on the Bajan

Queen boat.On the dancing boat the rum had a TYSON'S punch to it..after

the third rumpunch and a congaline dance with some ole bird(old woman),

he walked around, ducking from his shadow . He did an inpersonation of

the boxer,PRINCE NASSEM .he nearly fell overboard.

((** he thinks he's down the pub,drowning his sorrows,after losing 150

quid(pounds) on the favourite(HORSE) at Newmarket.

Beer-BELLY MAN: HI MATES, the blimmie desk man doesn't know what he's

talking about. he... oh.. well you all don't want to talk to this ole

geezer..to hell with you..to hell with everybodeeee ///

he starts to sing again..

beer belly man: i en gine dance wid no BIG BELLY MAN ..BIG BELLY MAN..

...

He ran through the lobby,his big belly dancing with him.

Veronica got scared for a minute and moved out of his way. Duawee felt

sorry for him.he saw his kind in London.They hung oxford street,begging.

a few drinks and they are ready to die..(FOOLISH MEN).

Veronica; I'll like to check out tonight..i was in room 258.the name is

Veronica Hayes

Desk Clerk: ok ..Ms Hayes..That will be $248.00 US, which comes to

$495.23 Barbados Dollar..plus tax... ..that'll be ...aammm lets see..

where's my calculator..ammm.. that'll be.. tax 8% on $495.23

ccckk ccjhhj,,

Duawee;..sir, tax is 6.5 percent which makes the total $527.42

Desk Clerk: yes yuh right.. it's 6.5 percent.. and that makes the total

$527.43....ok well i'm one cent over,using the calculator.

Duawee thinks to himself:~~~ "and yuh en got nuh sense."

Veronica; here's my credit card.. ..yes thank you.

Desk Clerk; and mam could you fill in the hositality sheet at the end of

this form and mail it back ...thank you.. bye.. please recommend us to

your friends when they are coming to Barbados..ok thank you.. bye again.

Veronica gave him a $10.00 tip

Duawee; Is everything ok now.i took your bags to the car..are you ready

Veronica:yes.. i'm ready.

The car was overburdened tonight..food..suitcases.. 2 passengers.

They were driving to the house to unpack the load.their bodies ached.

::U*>>./.**

,

HOME. unpacked..a cup of tea.. one sip of cola tonic and the television

was on..till 9:30pm//then it was to BED.

Veronica felt her nerves and her heart beating.was she ready? is this

the right thing to do.

BRUSH TEETH AFTER SHOWER.. NIGHT CLOTHES.. READY

Duawee sighed his thoughts away~ She's so nice.i want her so bad. i need

her in my life .....

They met at the round table in the kitchen. they look at each other.

Veronica got up from her chair and made Duawee"s lap her seat.

KISSES.

RISES.

EVERYTHING!!@@



Her head is on his shoulder.she's tired.

The shoulder is tired too.He adjusts himself to make her more relax.

The love is full



The night is waiting



and.

its.

bed.

is waiting for them

They move to the room,his arms wrapped around her.she lies there with

eyes closed .ready....



...___it continues__

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