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It was now two-thirty p.m. and I was nowhere near to getting in touch with or meeting Patrice. I was way past my limit with everything and everyone.

I truly believe now that my grandmother was even in sickness working to keep Patrice and me apart.

Early this morning an anxious Myopah call my phone in hysterics. I was in bed counting down the hours until I would meet up with Patrice and scroll through her Instagram page.

I was staring at a close-up photo of her in bed with Deenie as a baby and my heart felt heavy with despair and longing.

As I took in the details of the photo both of them in matching bonnets and Deenie nestled to Patrice fast asleep I vouched to myself I would have my family. I was never going to miss out on any more of their lives.

I slide down looking at a photo shoot of her and Deenie clad in matching red spandex and tulle dresses Deenie looking to be no more than one and my heart is clenched with raging emotions.

Those emotions manifested into things darker that escalated as I saw a post of my daughter looking to be no more than a few minutes old.

How could someone be so cruel as to rob someone of the chance of being a part of their child's life? I shook my head and scroll through until I came across an older Deenie and Patrice.

Her little cherub face was a mask of happiness and laughter her little pegs showing as Patrice kissed her and she smiled for the camera. My heart bled with longing for all I missed out on in my daughter's life.

I continue only to see my daughter looking as beautiful as the woman who gave birth to her posing proudly for her black theme 5th birthday.

I made my way to a photo of Patrice and Deenie clad in mango yellow two-piece swimsuits and I was zooming in on the picture to see what the tattoo on her shoulder was. I found myself hoping it was not a man's name. I know how women can get carried away like that.

I realise I wasn't going to make it out so I found a picture that gave me clarity. I did not know what caused my blood to boil with pure undiluted need, what the tattoo read, or the black one-shoulder cut-out body suit that stirred my cock to life.

I was staring at Patrice with awe and fascination mixed with a deep-seated need that bulged my cock with driving need.

That superb body couple with the name revealed by her shoulder tattoo was causing me to want to push the sheet from my nakedness and pleasure myself to a release I wanted so much for her to facilitate.

I believe would have given in if Myopah hadn't chosen that moment to call filling my ears with sobs that punctuated words that I have often longed for but now that it was being said my heart bled.

"OD," she said as soon as I said, "Yes" impatiently.

"Ms. Murl a dead wi nuh tink she a guh mek e," a wretched wail followed a painful sob.

I rose from the pillows I had propped up against the headboard and on a sigh told her I would be there shortly.

It was finally happening the rock of Gibraltar that had stood in my life where Patrice was concerned had finally crumbled, but damn if the day which constituted it had turned out the event smoothly.

DD had the only transportation that was on hand seemed he had left a few hours earlier to Mama getting her last and what would be her final stroke and was not answering his phone when being contacted.

It took Clarkey a full half an hour to get to the house after answering the call to take Ms Murl to the hospital by the time he arrived the yard was filled with neighbours and curious persons.

I decided I was not going to stay at the house so I left with Mypopah and Aunt Daphne when Clarkey arrived. The hours had sped away and the old brute pass away three minutes past one in the afternoon.

My battery had died and I could not contact Patrice in the process of waiting at the hospital. I was a miserable, frustrated mess while nurses administer care to my grandmother who seemed to want to hold on to cause more misery for me.

I sat in the room staring at the frail figure on the bed hating her and feeling hurt at the same instance that her time was near. Having to wait agonising hours on the only doctor that was on duty to run the ward then to come and finally pronounce her death was painful to watch because close family members that had arrived during the period of her arrival and admittance were truly hurt by her passing.

Despite what she did to Patrice and me facilitating the cause of me losing out on my daughter growing up she was good, loving and caring to her family and those around her. She was no saint but she was overall a good woman.

As Uncle Rella took a weeping Aunt Daphne from the room and Melanie was in the corner consoling a much emotional Myopah I got up from where I was seated and walk over to the bed.

Murleen Sylvia Cassidy Stone-Williams-Davis was always a woman of small stature but was a force nonetheless to reckon with and a real African woman true and true, probably if Nanny of the Maroons was reincarnated it would be this woman laying peaceful in death before me.

I reach out a tentative hand and let it loom above her head for a bit before I touch the head of completely white hair that was combed in thick plaits. I look down at her sunken cheeks and parted lips that showed the slightly protruding tip of her tongue.

I leaned over and brought my lips close to her ear she smelled of talcum powder and fabric softener. I spoke softly the only thing I had to say to her.

"Alive yuh kept me away from d only persons that mattered more to mi than my family, but now yuh dead let's see wah yuh a guh duh. Pity yuh naah guh alive fi c wi together."

I stood upright as two porters came to take her to the hospital's morgue for temporary storage and all I felt was a sense of relief. The only person that had stood in my way of outrightly loving Patrice is gone.

It pained me she died with the reason for her bitter spiteful ways towards Patrice and me but maybe in hell, the devil could use it to punish her the way she punished me.

I was leaving the room when DD rushed in looking haggard with grief. I walk toward him putting an arm around a broad shoulder that was slumped in place.

"Dawg pull yuh sef togedda fi Aunty and Myopah dem," I told him "Them a guh need yuh strength."

DD sighed and paused at the door and whispered. "Yuh know seh a Simone mi did a fuck when mi miss a d call dem, bloodclaat yuh know how mi feel right now OD."

I was close to telling him not to beat himself up about it. Everyone knew that the old witch was dieng it was not him thieving to go and fuck people woman that cause it but I just squeeze his shoulder comfortingly and continue with him from the room.

I really need to get away from here and like right now. I did not want to waste a minute more from my getting to see Patrice and I really wanted to meet my daughter.

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