Xica's Love Stories
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Anna
Bell knew that taking her sister’s boyfriend was wrong, but she couldn’t
think of any other way to end their relationship. It was not like
she hadn’t done it before. But this time would be different
because she liked James a lot, maybe too much.
James had been dating Lee Ellen for over two months, and it was clear
that the two were inseparable. But Mama was right; a man who
didn’t understand her line of work could endanger her safety. Mama
was always concerned with keeping her job a secret.
Mama had spent 20 years developing her contacts, and the agency had
supported her entirely. Mama had been a part of the agency since
college; she had been recruited as an outside agent during her senior
year. It was a new program developed for the purpose of securing
information and reporting back to the agency on students who came from
foreign countries to study at top colleges in America. Mama always
said the agency was more interested in what their parents were up to
than the students themselves.
Mama was given a student's
name and perhaps a photo, and it would be her job to develop a profile
on the student and forward to the agency. Because of Mama’s job,
she had spent eight years in college, instead of the usual four.
Anna Bell was sure they
selected Mama because she was intelligent, beautiful, and looked like a
teenager. Mama had long black, straight hair that reached down her
back, almost to her waist. Her dark green eyes, which she covered
with transitional glasses, could pierce right through you. It was
not often that Mama allowed strangers to see her eyes; it was almost
like her own private shield against the world.
Mama had gotten pregnant
with me and my little sister after her eight years of college. She
never talked about my father, except to say that my sister and I had two
different fathers and their identity was “classified information”. I
didn’t understand what classified meant until I was 10 years old.
All I knew is that it was a secret, and when Mama said something was
"classified", that meant I was never to speak of it, not even to her
unless she brought up the subject.
I was fortunate; I got my
mother’s beauty, shapely figure, long black hair, and high cheek bones.
Everywhere I went people would tell me how pretty I was. Mama
would always say it’s not the book cover, but the contents that make a
person beautiful. So it is fair to say that my mother kept me
grounded and still encouraged my independence.
In college, Mama had a
double major, education and computer science. The agency had
decided that Mama should secure a job as a waitress near the college and
still take a few classes towards her Ph.D. That way she would still have
access to the campus and students.
Even though Mama was
working part-time and studying for her Ph.D., she spent as much time
with me and my sister as she could. We were enrolled in the
college campus pre-school part-time and stayed at a home daycare when
Mama had to work late.
