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day.”<br />
Petra’s mind flashed back to the Tammi she saw at carnival, her breasts and behind bubbling out<br />
of the skimpy too-too-tight carnival outfit.<br />
“Sure, Tammi. Sure.”<br />
Most of the crowd gathered along the road had dispersed by the time Petra and Tammi returned to<br />
the yard. A few were gathered by a table that Nigel set up by the road perusing pamphlets that offered<br />
tips on basic dental hygiene. They were also lured by the cups of sweet, cherry Kool-Aid that some of<br />
the younger kids were constantly bringing to the table.<br />
Inside the yard, dancers and drummers huddled in scattered groups with their lyrical Trini voices<br />
sing-songing through the air. The sun skimmed the horizon of the bay and the entire body of water had<br />
become a gigantic sparkling mirror. Petra shielded her eyes from the glare, stood on her tip-toes and<br />
searched for her cousin Nigel.<br />
“Petra,” yelled one of the tall female dancers, whose thighs and calves were knotted tight with<br />
muscles, “where yuh been? Yuh mommy lookin’ for yuh.”<br />
“Mommy?” Petra replied. “Looking for me?”<br />
“Uh huh! Ah t’ink she vex ‘bout something.” The dancer replied, gesturing toward the porch.<br />
As Petra and Tammi entered the coolness of the porch she locked eyes with her mother who was<br />
rushing into the house with an empty glass. The older woman frowned at her daughter.<br />
“Petra! Yuh have no shame,” her mother said, her face wrinkled in disgust. “Dis man walk all de<br />
way up de hill from Town. And he from de States! A visitor. Why nobody go collect he? Ah go fix he<br />
some more juice. The man got Yankee skin. De heat ‘bout to kill he.”<br />
“Wha—”<br />
“Yankee,” Tammi cut her off. “Petra! Yuh got a Yankee friend visiting? You didn’t tell me. Is it a<br />
friend from school?”<br />
Petra couldn’t find the words to respond to Tammi. She rushed to the porch which was thick with<br />
dancers, drummers, stacked drums, feathered headdresses stacked upon a utility table and a circle of<br />
mothers in chairs trying to manage their children.<br />
She shaded her eyes against the brilliance of the setting sun and saw the silhouettes of two people<br />
leaning over the porch railing. Petra tried to make her way through a gauntlet of friends and<br />
acquaintances on the porch. It was slow going. This one embraced her, another had to introduce a new<br />
boyfriend or girlfriend, and she had to coochee-coo a new baby or two, all the while searching for<br />
her cousin.<br />
She stopped as she neared the end of the porch, shaded her eyes and made out Nigel’s tall outline<br />
near the porch’s rear railings. He was in animated conversation with another male. The two men were<br />
standing just inches from each other. Nigel would often grab the other man’s shoulder and speak<br />
directly into his ear. They both laughed easily. Petra angled away from the glare of the sun to see what<br />
old friend her cousin Nigel had run into.<br />
The second silhouette became more detailed. Petra caught her breath.<br />
Denmark?<br />
Nooo! That can’t be him. There was an ease about the man talking to Nigel that she had never<br />
seen at the company. She took a step closer. The two of them spoke and laughed like life-long friends.<br />
This person, this other man, had a bright toothy smile and eyes that twinkled. His hands were