"You know what? You got a smart ass mouth just like your dad," Aunt Gena starts.
"My dad is dead," Cousin Eric responds.
"Nah, your real daddy. Your uncle Mike," she responds.
"Now you ain't have to say all that Gena," Mike yells from the kitchen.
Uncle Mike is Aunt Gena's husband. This is...I can't believe it. It seems like nobody can believe it. Aunt Gena and Uncle Mike are arguing. Aunt Gretta hasn't said anything, but won't look Eric in the face either. Judging by everyone else's silence, this isn't a well known secret.
"We got any more sweet potato pie? That shit was great," Uncle Gary breaks the tension.
"AIN'T NOBODY TRYING TO HEAR ABOUT SWEET POTATOES WITH YOUR FAT ASS GARY," Uncle Mike doesn't let the tension go.
I grip my wife's hand and pull her out the door with me slowly. I gotta go, can't be here for this mess. I ease the door open and slide out the door. I'm quick to make my way down the stairs. My cousin is making it up the walk way with a bag of ice.
"Hey, don't go in there. Gena told Eric that Mike is his real daddy," and I keep it moving. I did my part. He can go in there if he wants. I want to be gone before they start fighting for real.
