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Alone???‘Not a bad landing,’ she thought. The woman who more often than not flew first-class domestically was seated amongst everyone. The only direct flights to Jackson, Mississippi from Chicago were on a regional jet. She stood up when it was time and deplaned. She waited with the other passengers whose carry-on luggage had to be stored below. Interestingly, her suitcase was the first set down by the handler.She grabbed it. She walked briskly to the parking garage that housed the rental cars. She had premium service allowing her to bypass the counter and go straight to the vehicle. There were two available options in her price class. She chose the late model Nissan Maxima. At the exit, the agent scanned her reservation and bid her farewell.She pulled over briefly to place a handsfree call. “Momma, it’s me.”“Hey, baby,” octogenarian smiled. “How are you?”“I’m well! How about you?”“Can’t complain.”“I just got the rental car,” she was driving again. “Do you want anything from the store or something to eat?”“Goodness gracious. I should’ve already thought about that, baby. But, I haven’t. I don’t know what I want to eat.”“How about a chicken dinner?”“I don’t really want that.”“Fish?”“That’ll work!”“Alright. What do you want? Regular battered? And what sides,” the daughter checked.“I’ll take a baked potato and baked beans.”“You got it.”“Can you get some extra tartar sauce too?”“Yes, ma’am. I’m gonna stop by the grocery store before I get the fish. You need juice? Or granola? Or yogurt?”“Juice. And maybe some pecans or walnuts.”“Alright, momma! I’ll see you soon.”After completing the errands, she drove to the assisted care facility where her 85 year-old mother lived. She checked in with the receptionist and went down the hall to the private suite belonging to Mildred Perry Owens. She knocked and used her key card.“Tami,” the old woman beamed as she was shuffling towards the door.“Hey, momma,” she hugged her.“It’s good to see you, baby!”“Likewise! Let me set up your food. Do you want it on the tray or at the table.”“Tray please.”“Okay. Sit back down. I brought you an unsweet tea with plenty of lemon.”“Thank you, baby!”Tami laid out her mom’s plate and then put away the groceries. She sat down at the table and began to eat her two-piece fish entree with roasted potatoes and cinnamon apples.“How are you liking the new job,” Mildred inquired.“It’s good. I’m flying to Nairobi next week.”“I remember you saying that. You be safe.”“Always, momma! What’s new with you?”“I told you about the new lady, didn’t I?”“Remind me.”“White lady,” started salt-and-pepper-haired woman. “She’s mid-70s I think. She saw us playing gin rummy and asked to join.”“Is she any good?”“Yeah, but not as good as me,” crowed the retired educator.“I don’t doubt that,” snickered Tami. “How’s she adjusting.”“Pretty good I think. So she’s officially part of your crew now.”“I didn’t say all that, but she seems nice. Helen is a little skeptical of her, but she’s been fine so far.”“That’s good!”“Her daughter came by last week and brought some monkey she shared with us.”“Yumm-o,” Tami said thinking of sweet, gooey concoction.“Sweetie, I wanted to talk to you about something.”“What’s that, momma?”“What do you think about adoption?”“In general, it’s a good thing. Why?”“I’m not going to be around forever. And when I’m gone, it’ll just be you. I don’t want you to be alone.”“Momma, I’ll move into kaçak iddaa a place like this when I retire,” giggled the executive.“I’m serious! Family is important whether we’re born into them or we find them along the way.” Mildred’s eyes grew cloudy. She sniffled.“What’s the matter, momma. I’ll think about it,” Tami assured her.“I just wish I’d been more able to support Frederic. Maybe he’d still be here.”“Don’t say that! He knew you loved him. You can’t blame yourself for what happened to him.”“A mother never gets over losing a c***d. I think about it more since you father died.”“I know. You guys lost two…”“Is that why you never had any. You didn’t want to lose them like we did.”“I don’t think that has any bearing on it,” she fibbed slightly to protect Mildred.“Excuse me,” the resident said.“Where are you going?”“The restroom.”“You need help?”“No I’m still able to get around,” she declared wielding her elaborately carved South American cane.“I hear you, lady!”Tami thought about what her mom had just intimated.Mildred had given birth to two c***dren, but raised three. Upon taking her first job after college, she met Frank Owens. He was a coach and social studies teacher. He was also a widower with an infant son. The pair clicked over their shared love of athletics and physical fitness. Within two months of being hired, she was engaged. She raised the boy, called Kenny, as if he were her own. Tami didn’t even realize Kenny had a different biological mother until she was eight years old.The graduate of Alcorn A&M College, now Alcorn State University, was one of only two women to earn a B.S. degree in health and physical education from the school in 1956. Mildred’s minor, which was required for teaching credentials, was English. She was hired by a Colored school where she saw taught writing composition, literature, and general girls’ physical fitness & health. She also coached basketball, volleyball, golf, and track & field. In the early days of her career, support for girls’ athletics wasn’t enthusiastic. Girls didn’t even have official competitions. Instead Mildred and other coaches of girls’ team organized sports day where they could face teams from other schools. When organizing was finally allowed, she led teams in multiple sports to state championships titles – two in basketball, one each for volleyball, golf, and track & field. She also coached numerous podium finishers in the 100-yd, 220-yd & 440-yd rushes, the 4×100-yd relay, and the triple long jump.Mildred believed that a person needed to develop both body and mind. She assisted many of her student-athletes with obtaining collegiate scholarships – athletic and academic alike. Several of those she mentored over the years remained in contact with her. Eventually both Frank and Mildred earned a Master’s of Education degrees and ultimately became vice principals at integrated schools. Even with all the hard-fought success Mildred had over her 30-year career, there were trials and tribulations. Kenny was afflicted with sickle cell anemia. He passed away when he was 15 in 1971. The loss devastated the Owenses. Frank mostly retreated inside himself. He was not as warm or outgoing. This affected Mildred as she tried to remain strong for Frederic and Tami. The sibling also had to deal with the trauma in their own way.And, that’s when Tami read the obituary learning about the woman who gave kaçak bahis her eldest brother life.Frank had worked his way from a plot farm to Alcorn A&M. He was no less gifted physically than his wife. He had two state track & field titles of his own and had coached dozens of All-State and Academic All-State award winners. Near the end of his life, he opened up more. But he was still a quiet, insular man that Tami would never figure out.Mildred was no different with her c***dren. She encouraged them to read extensively, question everything, and exercise. Frederic was not particularly athletic nor was Tami, but they did do calisthenics. Frederic attended Tulane University where he studied political science. After that, he moved to San Francisco for law school at UC Hastings. Tami went to Howard University and got a degree in business administration.Frederic was found murdered in 1986. He was discovered dressed en femme. The images were brutal to see and process. He had always been effeminate. His dad had not been overtly critical, but you could see the disappointment in his eyes. Mildred had turned to tough love to harden him up. In the end, it was in Frederic’s nature. The murder was never solved or really even investigated very well.Tami had always known that. She once visited Frederic in the Bay Area. She accompanied him to a drag bar and they had a great time. It was the first time she’d seen him comfortable in his surroundings. He’d revealed he wanted to transition. She still held that secret in her vault. It wasn’t hers to tell. She missed her ‘sister’.She recalled a time she “caught” Frederic with one of their family friends. The young man was 16 and Frederic was 14. It was about a year after Kenny passed. She heard giggling and grunting. She went to investigate. Her brother was bent over in front of the older, sinewy football player and top scholar.“Oh my god,” Frederic had whined.“Take this dick, sissy,” James Madison McGee ordered.“Oh yes, James Madison! Give it to me!”“Yeah, baby! You butthole is tight.”“Ooh, baby!”“I’m making it my pussy.”James Madison McGee went on to become a prominent realtor and property developer in Arkansas. He was worth two or three million now. He’d married a lady from their hometown and they had a couple k**s. He would die if he knew Tami was aware of the tryst.She never told Frederic she saw that. Now, she wondered if he had been acting out to cope with the loss of Kenny, their emotionally distant father, and strict mother. It had to be she reasoned.Another incident occurred during the one summer at the high school, They were with their mom as she worked on setting up her classroom and preparing the gym. Tami went to explore the basement. 16 year-old Frederic was bouncing up and down on Mr. Montgomery, the biology teacher, assistant baseball coach, and a bus driver. Frederic’s back was facing the door. They were mostly hidden behind a stack of boxes and a sea of discarded desks.“Ride this cock, sissy boi,” the baritone commanded.“Oh, Mr. Montgomery. It’s so big!”“You like this dick in that tight bubble booty?”“Yes, sir!”“Give Daddy that faggit boipussy! Be a good little punk, boi!”Tami rushed out and tried to erase it from her mind. Mr. Montgomery was married and had two young daughters.“You okay,” checked Mildred.“Yeah, I’m fine,” Tami joined her mom back in the present.“Tell me about this trip to Nairobi. illegal bahis How long will you be there?”“Nine days.”“What do you have to do?”“Meeting with the regulatory commission, some investors and board members.”“What exactly does your company do?”“It’s not MY company, momma,” Tami stressed.“Are you or are you not the C.E.O.? Are you or are you not a major shareholder?”“I am both of things.”“So it IS your company. What do you do exactly?”Tami considered her answer carefully, “We are building a network for cell phones and internet access.”“Oh okay. Like Verizon or Sprint here.”“Exactly.”“And you all got a loan for this?”“Yep, we got financing through O.P.I.C.”“Who are they?”“The Overseas Private Investment Corporation. A federal agency.”“Smart girl,” smiled the mother. “Do you like the work better than what you did at the White House?”“I enjoy it. Many elements are the same and several are different.”“Hmmmm. Okay,”“Yeah. Once you get to a certain level, everything’s the same no matter what company you work or what industry.”“That’s good to know.”Mildred drifted off in thought. Her daughter had achieved great honors. Tami initially went to in B2B computer sales. She worked her way up the ladder and earned a M.S. in organizational leadership & development from Emory. She changed jobs a couple of times ending up at snack food & beverage company as vice president of operations & general manager of the Latin America market. She also participated in the executive training program at Harvard Business School.From there, she joined the Democratic frontrunner’s campaign a few months before the nominating convention. She worked worked for the transition team that worked on details in the event the candidate became President-elect and eventually POTUS. Tami was the director or personnel planning. Her team figured out who got which presidential appointments. She was arguably the most powerful person in Washington for 18 months between when she started with the campaign and left after serving a little more than a year as Assistant to the President & Director of the Office of Presidential Personnel.Following that stint in the federal government, she did some consulting and spent a couple of years as a visiting scholar at Stanford. Now, she was running a telco working to broaden mobile data access in Sub-Saharan Africa. The company had some investment from Chinese businessmen looking to get a foothold in the emerging market.“You asleep, momma,” Tami checked.“I’m awake, baby. I’m proud of you.”“Thanks! I’m proud of you too. You gave me my foundation.”“Thank you! I think I’m going to lie down now.”“Okay. I’ll help you get changed for bed.”“Oh, just call the tech.”“I wanna do it,” pouted the 58 year-old C-suite holder.“Have it your way then.”Tami gave her mom a sponge bath then applied lotion to her copper skin. She put on the cotton-blend nightgown and led Mildred to the adjustable bed.Tami added some sheets to the couch without pulling out the sofa bed. It was much more comfortable this way. She plucked her bluetooth-enabled earbuds from her pewter-tinted Micael Kors laptop carryall. She took out the computer and pulled up Hulu. She would catch up on her shows until she fell asleep.“Oh, momma,” she called out.“Yes?”“Did you want to go to church tomorrow?”“Yes, I would.”“Perfect. 8:00 or 10:00?”“You pick. I’ll be up for both.”“Let’s do early service,” Tami suggested taking her dress out of the suitcase and hanging it in the closet.That night, Tami had a dream. She was having dinner with Frederic and Kenny. It was an image from her c***dhood. It made her feel loved.

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