Everyone in the room stared at Kimberley in shock. How could it be possible that Uncle Allison had two kids, and no one in the family knew? Not even his sisters. I found that a little hard to believe.
He would have said something. My uncle was wealthy. He could not be a baby daddy without having some female breathe down his neck about money for the child’s upkeep? It was impossible.
“So you went from being his insurance agent to becoming one of his children,” my mom said, breaking the silence and shrieking. She started laughing out loud. She was hysterical.
“What’s funny?” Kimberly asked with a serious look on her face. I found it hard to believe she was my uncle’s child. Uncle Ali had secrets if her story was true. I mean, look at me, his niece, the one he defiled.
The one who never spoke about the incest.
What was her mission in my family, because clearly she was not making sense? She would have to raise my uncle from the dead before any family member would believe her story.
“Your crazy story.” Aunt Claudette interjected. She stood up from the comfortable chair she was sitting in and stood beside my mom. They were each others ride or die.
Her nostrils flared.
