You can do what I want to do.
You can do everything I'm supposed to do all of the time.
It smells good, fresh and clean.
It smells like greens or a roast/fried chicken. Chitlins are good but they stink so you have to drop a potato or an onion to cut the smell.
You're looking at TV or listening to music.
You kick off your shoes and get comfortable.
You fix a nice drink--tea, coffee, soda, or wine.
You talk to people on the phone or people that come to your home. Or talking to people in the group home.
I'm looking at you. I'm gone somewhere else so I won't hear a whole lot of motion.
You get your hair braided, especially when it's nappy. It's exciting to Mr. Hill to watch all of the women get their hair braided. He goes to the barber shop on Martin Luther King and North Ave. It feels like home there. Women go there to. They get their hair done in the vault. The building is an old bank. Women are valuable so they belong in the vault. Karen does her own hair. She used to do hair. She can braid and everything. Mary has been pressing and curling hair since she was 11. Dong hair in the kitchen makes us feel at home.
Mary and Cleo are like mothers. Karen is like a brat friend to Alora.
We're with our children. Karen is an ego maniac about her child. She has one boy, Morgan. Cleo has Ellen, Marita, and Dundiego. Mr. Hill has Melvina, Derik, LaRon, and Reuben. Karen used to do astrology charts.
Music makes us feel at home. All kinds of music.
We have candy--suckers or anything that's chewable.
You have a comfortable bed by yourself.
I'm talking to my man and what ever else it takes--wining and dining.
We're most at home in our bedroom.
Mr. Hill's mom lived in the kitchen. She was an excellent cook. He was spoiled rotten.
We felt at home at our grandparents home. They would spoil you rotten. They were proud of you like the family jewel.
The weather is warm.