So Maco had gotten me a job, I was teaching the Hatian woman Marie how to cook. After her second lesson in pastry making, Marie decided that I was wasting my talent teaching her and she put me in charge of the bar’s kitchen. I needed to prep the bar food so that it would be ready for the evening crowd. Everything was cooked once an order was placed except of course the ham cutters ! The first day I did the prep, I arrived at 10am and was done by 12:30pm so I went to the beach and hung out for the rest of the day.
The next day I went in and found that more than half of what I had prepped the previous day was still there so I didn’t need to do anything! I was debating whether to call Celia up to see if she wanted company. Celia ran a small bar which she shared with another Latina, I’d never seen this type of partnership before – they switched operational hours each week. This meant that one week Celia sold her own stock every night while the other girl sold hers every day then they rotated each Monday. I was contemplating whether I should head on over to the bar to hang out with Celia and shoot some pools or whether I should call up another friend to see if she wanted to go for a swim.
I was just leaving the kitchen when a strange woman walked into the kitchen. I stared in surprise, I did not hear anyone come in the outer door and I had no idea who she was, probably the owner’s relative I decided. She had the kind of yellow even skin tone that most black women wish they had, coupled with eyes that slanted slightly, a narrow nose and full lips I figured she probably had an interesting lineage . If she had tracks in, I couldn’t tell but silky black hair framed her pretty face and cascaded down her back. A candy striped cropped tank was barely covering perky breasts and minscule shorts hugged her curvy hips leaving a wide expanse of midriff and quite a bit of ass cheek bare. She smiled exposing even white teeth and when she spoke I couldn’t help but grin, “Mawnin, ‘oney any ‘ot water dere?” she asked in a deep Jamaican accent. I returned the greeting then pointed to the electric kettle sitting on the counter top “There may be some in there, but if its empty just refill” I said. Continue reading “Tales from the Qrypt – Nicole Part 1”
