THE DUBOIS SISTERS: A Cinnamon Black Prequel (English Edition) [Kindle-editie] beoordelingen het boek quotes

Leigh Dubois Harmon sat on the window seat staring at Warren, her husband of seven years and the father of her daughter, Cinnamon. She knew they were done. He had always been unfaithful and underemployed but as her mother said, “He was the pretty mofo, you chose to love.” Her mom had passed away last year shortly after her dad and she had her four sisters, only two of whom still lived in Center City. Sara was the homestead matriarch at 38 and Gladys was Leigh’s best friend at 32, she was 28 with a six year old daughter she adored but the time had come to let Warren go. She remembered telling her mom she was going to marry Warren and she had literally wept. Leigh was the youngest of five and had been born when her mother was in her forties. They all doted on her and they knew Violet Harmon had raised a lazy and entitled son. She also knew she wasn’t innocent. Prior to marrying Warren, she had a lover and after four years of marriage and too many lonely nights in bed, she took up with him again. She knew that after divorcing Warren, she would never marry again. Her home was paid for and she had just been promoted as the first Negro parole officer at the prison and she loved her job and was more than capable of taking care of herself. Sara taught at the school Cinnamon attended and was divorced. Neither she nor Gladys ever had children and doted on Cinnamon. Gladys was a nurse and would help care for Cinnamon after school and summers. It was time to move on. Leigh was a tall, attractive woman with honey colored skin and hair that was jet black with silver threads. She wore it in a bob that showed off her long neck. As if feeling his wife’s eyes on him, Warren sat up. Warren was a beautiful man. He was tall with ebony skin and wavy, almost straight hair and he knew his charms. Smiling lazily at his wife, he got of bed, naked and stretched; his assets on full display. She wasn’t fazed. “Warren, I am done with this and that. We have given this marriage seven years but when I discovered you lost another job because of philandering, I realize I deserve better. Can’t you at least cheat outside of your job and with someone other than your boss’ wife?” Her tone was dry and unconcerned. “You deserve better? Or your sisters have finally convinced you I am not worthy?” Standing, she tightened the belt on her robe. “I deserve better. All you have contributed to this marriage is charm and sex, they are no longer enough. Frankly, I no longer find you that charming…” “And you can buy that anywhere, right Leigh?” He sneered. “Pretty much, I will sleep in the room with Cinnamon until you are gone.” “It won’t take me long. I always have a home to go to.” Leigh smiled at his words because she knew it was true. Violet Harmon would take her baby back any day. She had never approved of their marriage or him marrying anyone for that matter. The next morning he was gone. Looking around it was as if he had never been there. ¥¥¥¥ Charles Whitaker closed the door as he walked into his office. He and Gladys Dubois had been having an affair for four years. She was his nurse and that in and of itself was unprecedented. Having a black nurse in 1963 was almost unheard of; actually being a black registered nurse was mostly unheard of in the south. Gladys was a beautiful, soft woman with light golden skin and eyes to match and her lips were soft and red as if she had bitten them. He was in love with her. His heart quickened at the sight of her. Charles was a broad man with light brown hair and piercing grey eyes. Walking towards him, he took her in his arms, kissing the side of her neck. He loved the low guttural groans that escaped her throat...