Baby Girl – #fridayfiction
That’s how it started. We became friends, and our mamas did too. Blanche Carter and Mama had a lot in common. They both saw life as one giant thing to complain about.
For the rest of that summer, Missus Carter was at our house almost every day. She’d amble down about a half-hour after Daddy left for work and stay for hours. Mama would brew a fresh pot of coffee and they’d sit at the kitchen table, Missus Carter talking about the no-good husband who’d left when Ryan was just a baby and Mama talking about Daddy.
According to Mama, Daddy had next to no ambition, was lazy as a log and snored like a sick bull. Mama told every bad thing she could think of, but she never once mentioned how Daddy made people feel good about themselves and happy to be around him.
Once when Missus Carter was in the middle of complaining about Ryan’s daddy, Mama said, “Blanche, consider yourself lucky. Having no man is better than having one who’s worthless.”