Jessica Washington Davis surveyed the three-bedroom loft. It was perfect. There was a room for her to set up a studio, and she could afford it. Her divorce settlement was generous, but there was no need to waste it. She was an independent artist and photographer. She loved what she did for a living, but her survival depended on if someone decided to buy her photos and paintings.
At first, she didn’t think coming back to New York was a good idea. After all, her upbringing in New York wasn’t all flowers and roses. Then she had thought about her aging parents. Jessica should be close just in case something happened.
She was about to unpack another box filled with kitchenware when there was a knock on the door. She knew who it was. They had called and said they were going to come over and help her get settled.
Jessica opened the door. She smiled at the sight of her parents.
Bobby and Marjorie Washington were in their sixties and in good health. They still worked, but Jessica hoped that one day she would have enough money to help her parents to retire before they were seventy.
“Hey, baby,” her father greeted and patted her on the shoulder. Her father was always a handsome man, and he got better looking with age. His afro was salt and pepper, and his mustache only showed small hints of white.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“So, this is it,” her mother said as she stepped inside the loft.
“Yep,” Jessica said and closed the door.
“It looks homey,” her mother commented as she looked around at the high ceilings.
“The neighborhood is pretty good, too,” her father said. “Harlem is the heart of New York.”
“Yes, I think I made a good choice,” Jessica said.
“Let’s get started,” her mother said. “Where do we begin?”
“Well, I could use your help in unpacking the rest of the kitchen things. And Daddy, I need you to put the beds together. The movers charged by the hour, and I’m trying to keep costs low.”
“I’m on it,” her father said and headed for the stairs.
Jessica and her mother went to the kitchen. Her mother’s short, blown out hair was frosted with white strands mixed with black.
“I’ll wash these things,” her mother said and motioned to the glasses. “They shouldn’t be that dirty, but I want to make sure the germs from the newspaper aren’t going to poison you later.”
“Just put them in the dishwasher for a quick rinse,” Jessica suggested.
Her mother scoffed. “I can rinse them quicker than that thing would going through all the cycles.” She started running water in the sink.
Jessica smiled as she started unpacking a box. “I really appreciate you two coming over here on your day off.”
Jessica’s parents had worked for a wealthy New York family, the Michelsons, since she was a little girl. Her father was the family’s chauffer and her mother was the head chef.
“We didn’t have anything else to do,” her mother said. “I think you will be happy here. Possibly sell a lot more of your work here than you did in DC.”
“Perhaps,” Jessica mumbled as she took her food processor out of the box.
“Are you still depressed about the divorce?”
“Not really. It is what it is. Successful lawyer who is working his way into the politics leaves his wife of nearly fourteen years for his barely legal secretary. It happens all the time,” Jessica said nonchalantly. She was over it. All she wanted to do was forge ahead, making her mark in the art world.
“You’ll find someone new. You and Drake weren’t meant to be.”
“You tell me that now.”
“Baby, at the time I couldn’t say much about it. It was best that you were married back then, and he wanted you – warts, baggage, and all. You needed to be married.”
“I know, Momma. No need to remind me,” Jessica mumbled.“I didn’t mean anything by it. With that being said, when is my granddaughter coming?”
“Drake and I decided it would be best for her to finish the school year. She’ll be able to start ninth grade in New York.”
“That’s a long time for you not to be with your daughter,” her mother commented.
“I know, but it’s what’s best for Debbie,” Jessica said. “She took the divorce hard. I didn’t want to hit her with too many changes all at once. I’ll go back to DC for the Christmas holiday. Plus, it gives me plenty of time to look at the schools here. I want her to have a good education.”
“I do, too,” her mother said. “I guess we’ll have to keep settling for talking to her over the phone.” Jessica’s parents didn’t use Skype. They didn’t know much about computers.
“The time will go by before you know it. I hope so, anyway,” Jessica said with a wry smile.
It had been a week since the HIV research charity event, so Charles thought that was more than enough time for Toni to cool off. He held a bouquet of white roses as he waited for Toni to answer the door. Michelson Investments held the title to the Hull Building There were only two penthouses on each floor. Calvin and Yvonne owned the massive penthouse on the top floor. Toni opened the door. She was holding a fried chicken leg in one hand. One of her socks was blue and the other was white. She wore bagging gray sweatpants and a sky-blue T-shirt. Her short dark hair was straight, and it framed her face. Charles adored her button nose. He gave her his most devastating smile.&n
Jessica and her parents had Thanksgiving dinner at her loft. Since her mother had to cook for the Michelsons, they had a late holiday meal.Her mother had brought over a sweet potato pie and collard greens. During dinner, Jessica told her parents that she had been invited to an art gala in Manhattan on New Year’s Eve. The coordinator wanted her to bring some of her work to put on display. It was last minute, but Jessica didn’t mind. She always had a few pieces finished and ready for sale. Hopefully, she would sell something at the gala. They nodded their congratulations and continued to eat dinner.Fifteen minutes later, they were having dessert – in silence. Jessica could tell something was off. “Are you two all right?”“Yeah,” her father answered. “Why?”“You two are acting . . . strangely. You two are usually chattier than this.”“We’re just tired, baby,” her mot
Jessica was staying at the JW Marriot in Washington, DC, for Christmas. Drake and Jessica had agreed to share Debbie for Christmas. She had gone over to Drake’s new townhouse that he shared with his fiancée to attend their Christmas Eve party. There had been a few raised eyebrows when she entered the room, but one thing Drake and Jessica were experts at was rising to the occasion, especially where Debbie was concerned. The awkward stares from the party guests had subsided and everyone had enjoyed the festivities. Christmas morning had gone well, too. Drake had bought Debbie a pair of diamond earrings. They weren’t big, but Jessica still thought it was too extravagant for a thirteen-year-old girl. However, she let it go because she thought Drake was just overcompensating because of the divorce. She figured it was a natural rea
Jessica watched Debbie as she examined her new bedroom. Debbie looked at the gold comforter and white, crisp sheets. She looked around at the bare, white walls. She looked at the desk with the brand-new Apple computer on it.“We can paint it any color you like,” Jessica said.“No, the color is fine,” she said. “It’s just that there is nothing of me here.”“There will be when the rest of your things arrive from DC They should be here in a few days. We’ll put up your awards, certificates, and pictures. Your piano will be here, too. I was thinking we could put it next to the window in the living room. I saved that space for your piano when I first moved in here. I knew you would want to bring it with you.”“The living room is fine,” Debbie mumbled as she sat on the edge of the bed.“Debbie, maybe we should talk about . . . the current situation.”“I’
Twenty-minutes after they had arrived, Jessica’s father had to drive Claire Michelson into the city. He said he would come back to take them home. Jessica and her mother decided to take a short walk around the grounds. They left Debbie in the kitchen with Andrea so she could finish her lunch. “Don’t get me wrong,” her mother began. “I’m always happy to see you and my grandbaby, but what in the world were you thinking coming out here with her?” They continued to walk. “Oh, Momma,” Jessica sighed. “First, it’s been years, and you had said he only comes here for a
Jessica and her mother entered the kitchen through the back door. No one was in there. Jessica’s eyes widened. “Where’s Debbie?” “Maybe Andrea took her back downstairs to the storeroom to give her some chocolate. That girl can’t resist giving children chocolate.” Jessica nodded. They went downstairs to the storeroom. No sign of Andrea or Debbie. “Oh my god,” Jessica said with panic. “Don’t get excited. Andrea is very responsible. She probably took Debbie upstairs to the nursery when we did
It was New Year’s Eve, and Jessica was filled with hope for a promising and prosperous New Year. The Biannual Ladybirds’ Art Show was being held in the Lennox Tower in Manhattan. The view was fantastic. Fireworks could be seen from the floor they were on. The room was huge. The temporary walls that had paintings and photographs on them were set up like a maze. The Ladybirds was a charity organization filled with high-society matrons and country club members. They hosted art shows twice a year to support local artists. The art coordinator had heard of Jessica and found out she was in New York. He invited her to make her New York debut at the New Year’s showing. Jessica had jumped at the opportunity because she wasn’t expecting to be part of an art s
Desmond, the art coordinator, was happily informing Jessica that three of her photographs had sold. Jessica was happy and relieved at the same time. She knew Mrs. Grayson-Hanson had bought the West Virginia photograph. “Jessica, I heard through the grapevine that you were a painter as well,” Desmond said. “That’s correct.” “I own an art gallery. I would love to take a look at your painting portfolio to see if I could display some of your pieces.” Jessica lit up. “That would be great. Are you willing to come to my loft after the New Year to take a look at my work?&nb