My youngest brother, Dennison, had been as quiet as a church mouse for most of the conversation. As the baby of the family, he was often forgotten.
“Denny, you haven’t said what you think about all of this,” I said. “What would you like to see happen with the properties?”
“I don’t really care one way or the other,” he said.
“I think if we do this bed-and-breakfast thing, Denny could probably play a major role in running the place,” suggested Alyson, “especially since he’s the only one who lives at home right now.”
“No,” said Denny.
“Why not?” asked Alyson. “You’re not doing anything else! It’s not like you’re going to college.”
Dennison, who had been a few weeks from graduating high school, hadn’t yet identified a school of higher education.
“Of course he’s going to college,” said Nate, the ever-protective brother. “He just hasn’t figured out where. Get off his back!”
“I haven’t applied anywhere because I’m not going to college,” said Denny matter-of-factly.
The entire household fell silent. No one said anything for what seemed like a lifetime. We all waited for hell to break loose.
My mother, who hadn’t said much either, stood with her hands on her hips. “Dennison Talbot, what do you mean you’re not going to college?”
We waited for Denny’s response.
“I’ve enlisted in the Royal Bahamas Defence Force. I’ve already sworn in, and after graduation, I’m due to be deployed to the United States to train with the US Navy Seals.”
“Have you lost all the sense God gave you, child?” My mother’s Bahamian accent suddenly seemed stronger than normal. It usually came and went, considering she wasn’t a native. She turned to my father. “Paul John, did you hear what your son just said?”
“Daddy.” Denny tried to whisper, but failed. “You said you would talk to her.”
“You knew about this, Paul?” she calmly asked my father.
“Beverly, this is not the time for this discussion,” my father said calmly. “Not while we’re discussing the children’s inheritance. One issue at a time.”
“This discussion is not over.” She pointed a finger at Denny and then at my father. “We will revisit it.”
With Denny going away soon, the idea of turning the properties into a successful business had seemed impossible, particularly since we were all scattered about the US. Pulling this off would require a sacrifice that no one was willing to make—except for me. Having had very little success as a model-turned-actress, I was ready to return home.
“I’ll do it,” I volunteered. “I’ll move back home and oversee the construction. And I’ll even write the business and marketing plan.”
“Have you ever written a business plan before, Jasmine?” asked Alyson.
“Yes, at Spelman,” I told her. My classes in college had equipped me with a great deal of business knowledge.
“Have you ever written a real business plan for a real business, I mean?”
“Well, no...”
“Where have you used what you learned at Spelman? In Hollywood?” Alyson continued.
I rolled my eyes at my sister, who’d obviously found humor in the fact that I’d chosen a different career path than the rest of my siblings.
* * *
A few hours later, I placed the photos back into the boxes I’d found them in. It was getting late, and I needed to make my way to the water taxi before nightfall. I did a final walk-through of the house, shut off all the lights, secured the place and then stepped outside.
I was surprised to find Jackson seated on a stoop outside, chattering on his phone.
“What are you still doing here?” I asked him once he’d wrapped up his call.
“I had a few loose ends to tie up.”
“You sure you aren’t stalking me?”
“Of course not. I have better things to do than to stalk you.”
“I told you I’d be fine,” I said.
“I know, but I wanted to make sure anyway.”
“Fine. I’m leaving.”
“Good.”
I smiled as I hopped into the backseat of the cab. Of all those bad qualities I’d pinpointed in Jackson, I could not accuse him of not being a gentleman.
Jasmine
My father stood at the dock with his graying sideburns, tall, slender frame and round midsection. He wiped sweat from his dark brown face with a handkerchief and grinned a wide grin when he saw me.
“Hello, darling,” his deep voice greeted me.
“Hi, Daddy.” I hugged my father. “You didn’t have to pick me up. I could’ve gotten a taxi.”
I was happy to see my father. It reminded me of the times he’d picked me up from school when I was much younger. He’d stand outside the little pink schoolhouse and wait to walk me home. I’d tell him all about my day, and we’d stop for fresh fruit at the market—papayas, mangoes and pineapples.
“It’s okay. Your mother sent me to the market anyway. I think she wanted me out of the house—sometimes I get on her nerves, if you can believe that.”
“I don’t believe that.” I laughed.
“It’s true.” Daddy laughed heartily. “Besides, I couldn’t wait to find out how things went at the Grove today. I’m so proud of you, and your brothers and sisters for taking this on.” He had a strong Bahamian accent, though he was not born or raised in the Bahamas. He grew up in Key West. But with both parents of Bahamian descent, he was bound to speak just like them.
My siblings and I had Bahamian accents as well, although I tried with all my might to lose mine once I left the islands. And with California being a huge melting pot, my accent was just one of many dialects there.
“I found all sorts of things belonging to Grammy and Granddad. Photos and paintings and stuff. Lots of photos of Granddad and his band.”
My father smiled.
“My father was a multitalented musician. He played the trumpet, traveled throughout the Caribbean with his band. He played the goombay drums, and when he lived in Key West, he was a self-taught pianist. He had his very own baby grand piano and had it shipped over from the States.”
“I saw the baby grand. It’s beautiful! I think it will look nice in the Clydesdale,” I said. “I guess I got my desire for the arts from him.”
“I guess you did.” Daddy held my car door open and I hopped in.
He maneuvered the car on the left side of the road and navigated down Queen’s Highway from the water-taxi dock toward our home on Governor’s Harbour.
“I’m really not feeling Edward’s friend Jackson, the contractor...” I lowered my window a bit to catch a breeze, checked my hair in the side mirror. “He’s so...let me see...” I thought about the words I wanted