Chapter 11: Evergreen
“Should I go with the gray or the cream?” Dom muttered to herself.
Plaza, a mall located in the scenic Chicago suburb of , Dominique was looking for an outfit for her
date with Rob on Sunday. Dom looked at her watch and sighed. She had to hurry
if she wanted to catch the bus and get to work, which was the last place she
wanted to be. Beverly
Dominique worked at Walgreen’s on 127th and Halsted street a few blocks from her house. She’d been there since her junior year of high school, when Ava told Dom that since she was putting a roof over her head and food on the table, Dom was going to have to get her own spending money. Dom was hired in as a cashier and she quickly moved up to the cosmetics counter. In spite of that, Dom quickly grew to dislike her job, but she stayed for the money and freedom it earned and her manager Tundria, who originally hired her.
Tundria was everything Dom wanted to be: Beautiful, successful, confident and very much in control of her life. Whenever Dom had a problem, be it professional or personal, Tundria was the one person she went to for a friendly ear or good advice. Tundria had two daughters and a son and sometimes, Dom wished Tundria was her mother and not the angry, bitter woman who actually gave birth to her. Dom sighed and avoided that train of thought.
After a few moments, she decided to go with the cream midriff baring top with matching stretch pants. On her way to the register, a tall, light-skinned brother, who had been watching Dom the moment she’d entered the store, interrupted her train of thought and asked, “You findin’ everythang, okay?”
She held up her outfit and raised her eyebrows at the guy.
“Oh—yeah—you got somethin’.” He muttered. “So—what’s your name?”
“Hi.” She said and continued shopping.
“So, how’s your day going?”
Dom sighed. “Fine.”
“You got a man?”
So much for subtlety, Dom thought. “No.”
“Word? Yo, check dis out: can I get yo number?”
Will’s face scrunched up in annoyance.“Why not?”
“Because I don’t like you.”
“Give me a chance and you will.”
“Look: You seem nice, but I got enough man problems right now, ‘kay?” Dom walked off towards the register so she didn’t see Will’s face harden and his mouth twist as he hurled these words at her back:
“Fuck you, den, ya stuck up bitch.”
The moment the b-word escaped from his mouth, everyone in earshot knew that Dom was going to explode.She didn’t disappoint them.
She stalked back to Will and shouted, “Bitch?! If yo’ tired, non-game possessin’, threadbare, Payless shoe wearin’, stinky breathed ass knew how to talk to a woman, you might get some play, bitch.”
“You betta back up off me! I’ll hit a girl!”
“A punk like you would.”
At that point, the manager of the store came and calmed things down. He sent the young man, who was an employee to the back and gave Dom a sizable discount for her trouble. She quickly paid and left the store. Dom was so engrossed in her anger she ran into someone who was standing in front of her. She was about to mutter an apology when she looked up and saw Terry standing in front of her with Eric and Lisa standing to the left and right of him.“Hi.” He said simply.
(c)2014 W.L. and Courtney Sherrod