MA'SITTER: A Gritty New Psychological Thriller Novel of Deception and Murder
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After a beautiful African American caregiver is drawn into a seedy world of racism, deception, and murder, all she must do to earn a huge payday is keep quiet… but can she live with the consequences of what is asked of her, even if she gets away with it?
After the violent death of her role model, stru
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MA'SITTER - LaToya Lawson
Dedicated to My:
7/29/85
8/8/01
9/6/04
9/6/04
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
About the Author
CHAPTER
ONE
When I was pregnant, my beloved cousin, Zaka, was killed – shot in the back of the head. His tall frame always stood out in one of his fitted plaid shirts, buttoned to the top. He always wore boots made of real snakeskin and a black cowboy hat with a feather on the left side of it. He also had the largest belt buckle I had ever seen in my lifetime, and I always snickered at his skintight pants. All the boys I ever saw wore oversized pants that sagged.
I learned all of life’s real lessons from Zaka, like how to be a boss and always raise my head high whenever I introduced myself. When I was younger, I would spend time practicing how to say my name in front of him.
Alright. Go,
he would say.
I would stand tall in front of him, holding my head as high as I could. Victoria Dianna Lewis,
I said. I grew up in Chicago, so I spoke properly. Whenever I introduced myself to the white families that Grandma Louise cleaned for, they’d always tell me I was intelligent because of it.
That’s right, little cousin. That’s how you introduce yourself.
Zaka cheered me on no matter what. He had more confidence than a runway model. Zaka could have been a model, as all the girls loved him. Everyone joked around with him by saying he would have babies in every town in Mississippi.
He had the straightest teeth that looked whiter than Clorox bleached clothes. His black, clear, oily, Vaseline skin looked like he wore make-up. Zaka was the man! I took pride in knowing I was his first cousin; now that’s real kinfolk. This is how I remembered him.
Zaka never had any babies. All the fast-tail girls, as Grandma Louis would often call us, beat him to the punch. Even me! My daughter, Mona, was born shortly after Zaka was killed. When I saw her face for the first time, I knew something would have to change. I wanted to break the cycle for my daughter, but no matter how I strived to escape the same hood that had slain Zaka, it always located me. Something about that street life clings to my interest, probably because I was good at it.
I was seventeen when I graduated from high school and did not understand what I sought to do with my life. Not one person told me about college; I was clueless and ignorant. Furthermore, I was an unexpected young mother. All I comprehended was what I voiced to Zaka before he died, that I’d be a powerful boss, but what was I supposed to do? I had no guidance, and now, most of the time I was a penniless single mother, as Mona’s daddy denied her.
You’re a boss. I often heard Zaka’s voice in my head. I couldn’t go back to a nine-to-five job, but I remembered my cousin Sabrina who made a killing sitting with older white people. She worked for a temp service for many years after settling in Mississippi. Therefore, she knew a lot of people who yearned for their own private sitter, not a temp service one.
Sabrina belonged to the redbone circle of the family. Growing up, the cherry colored ones got favoritism and the blackberry ones, like myself, let’s just say we were located outside with a re-used plastic muggy milk jug of water in the scorching summer months in Mississippi.
The cherry ones stayed in the house watching Tom and Jerry, Saved by the Bell and All My Children. Even in school, the cherry ones were always chosen to be in the parades as Mr. and Mrs. 5th grade prom king and queen; the teachers even cherry-picked them to run all the errands, walking through the school hallways gracefully.
We blackberries stayed imprisoned in the classrooms entirely, only prohibited to use the bathroom or maybe get a swallow of water. Sometimes, we had Recess, but who wants to go outside in the heat and get even darker. Not me!
All the boys pursued the cherries, leaving us blackberries as the last option. I just hoped this was not the case when sitting with well-off white people. I mean, they pioneered this mess during slavery by placing the brighter ones in the house and the darker ones in the field.
Zaka told me this, and I experienced first-hand that it was true! I was dark and related to the mistreatment by my own family, community and society.
Sitting? How troublesome could it be? I thought. I’d dealt with way worse shit than sitting with elderly white people, and I used to help Grandma Louise clean homes for loaded white people when I was an adolescent. She had coached me to labor for white families, so I reckoned it would work out for me.
Grandma Louise, as I called her, nurtured and prepared every single woman in the family to work. The matured children called her Mama. She introduced every grandchild to the physical meaning of Proverbs 13:24. He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes.
Whenever I set out to the tree to pick my own switch, I would hear her say, Spareth the rod, spoil the child.
She was strict, with a permanent mean looking appearance that frightened us youngsters. Grandma Louise was a deep-rooted Baptist whose rules mirrored the Ten Commandments. Thou shall not Trick or Treat!
We constantly had a perfect attendance at church. Wednesday night was bible study; Sundays I called, Triple C,
short for three church services, namely First Sunday school, second children’s church and then big-adult church. Mama’s favorite saying is, If you party on Friday and Saturday, you can climb your ass out of bed on Sunday.
Yep, she was a cursing Baptist Christian. Sometimes before and after all that churching, she caused hell! Occasionally, she would thump our brittle heads with a black and faded gold-battered, weather-beaten King James Bible, the sixteen eleven edition. First written edition.
Typical southern grandma.
Grandma Louise fostered a whole heaping of gorgeous blue-eyed snowflake babies and was warmhearted to them, young'uns. Those white families she labored for treasured her. She could have effortlessly secured us a sitting job, cleaning job etc. Grandma Louise bred female workhorses, but she refused to plant her reputation in that field of work for any of us.
My cousin, Sabrina, was different. She referred to anyone hunting a sitting job. Sabrina had the hookup, so it merely took a few days to stumble on my initial sitting job.
They respected the proper speaking Southside of Chicago branded as Chi-Raq’s charming Sabrina. She migrated down south years ago with her oversized stuffed bags of extensive city sophistication. Maneuvering in the hearts of many elderly white clients, she established trustworthy relationships. She understood exactly how-to landslide under people’s skin despite color. Sabrina’s skilled technique unlocked doors for others like me.
CHAPTER
TWO
I started off on the weekends performing private sittings’ with an old-fashioned couple, Mr. and Mrs. Bradford. It was boring as hell, but it waged more than Hair Design College back when I was employed there. Plus, my mom agreed to watch after Mona while I worked on the weekends.
Mona arrived into the world swiping hearts; the family’s first girl in years stole the show. I didn’t have a terrible time coming across family to babysit her if necessary. My chocolate, bald baby girl with the deep jaw dimples, was precious and so adorable. Barely crying for no reason, my baby Mona was a diva.
My baby was like no other, but, instead, like a little woman stuck in a baby’s body. I mean she kept her clothes puke-free. My Mama would always sniff around her neck to see if it’s sour. I can tally on