SAKE AND PUMPKIN PIE
by
Mahogany SilverRain
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Sake and Pumpkin Pie
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SAKE AND PUMPKIN PIE
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She closed her eyes while laying her head back against the pillow on the bed in what was once her bedroom as a child. She hugged her favorite stuffed animal to her chest, a red fox with a large fluffy tail named Kit. Her father had given it to her when he came back from a tour of duty in Japan. She was sorry she’d left Kit here in her parent’s home and vowed to take him with her when she went back to her home.
She was grateful to get away from the noisy crowd that was her family just beyond her bedroom door. Thanksgiving holidays or any holidays for that matter, were always hectic, especially with her family. She loved them, but after being on her own, she’d grown accustomed to the peace and quiet so locking herself in her old bedroom gave her some respite. She was the eldest of ten children and still the only one of the grown children that still remained unmarried and childless. At thirty-eight years old, her parents didn’t seem to care that she’d graduated in the top ten from M.I.T. or that she was currently an integral part of their CSBi,(Computational and Systems Biology), program. They also didn’t seem to understand the importance of bioengineering. She, along with the staff and students in the cancer biology research department were making great strides in combating this killer disease. The only concern her parents seemed to have was that she wasn’t married and her biological clock was ticking away.
“A career is great, but having love in your life is important too”, her mother advised.
Myra sighed and rubbed her throbbing temples. She couldn’t win an argument with them. Living and working in Cambridge, Massachusetts, she dreaded coming home to her quiet little hometown in Georgia where her parents, Robert and Margaret Watson, a retired military officer who was now a civil service worker and a housewife, raised her and her siblings. Although she loved growing up in a small town, she hated the small town mentality. Her siblings all stayed there, going to college locally, with the exception of Leonard, who went to college in Atlanta, but she had been the only one to leave Georgia. She’d always felt that she must have been adopted or something. Her parents were so open minded and loving that she couldn’t understand why they had accepted her brother Leonard’s male partner of three years but not her decision not to marry or have kids. Myra, on the other hand, was strictly heterosexual but after having her heart broken by a man she loved in college, she’d stopped dating and almost quit school. Roger White was a brilliant young black neurosurgeon, they had been serious and he’d asked to marry her. She nearly jumped at the chance but something held her back.
He was quite handsome and charming, a bit too charming as she found out one day after returning to her dorm to find him in bed with her roommate. When she asked him why, his answer had been that he was a man and clearly he couldn’t be wrong for being attracted to beautiful women. Besides, he added, her roommate is only a woman he would fuck, not marry. Myra on the other hand, with her ordinary looks and bright mind was better suited to being a wife, but not sexy enough or good enough in bed to be someone he would want to fuck on a daily basis. Therefore, he would need to find women like her roommate occasionally to fulfill his sexual needs.
Her roommate, being totally insulted, jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom in tears. Myra was embarrassed and shocked beyond belief, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry, so she told the surgeon to get lost and never spoke to him again. She eventually forgave her roommate but still felt the sting of the doctor’s words. She never dated again deciding that marriage and children were just not for her and success would be the best revenge. She stayed in school and became one of the best in her field of bioengineering. She couldn’t bear the thought of being a wife to a cheating husband. Maybe not every good looking man thought the same as Roger, but she wasn’t willing to take the risk to find out.
Myra knew she didn’t have the supermodel looks of her younger sisters and brothers, another reason she felt she’d been adopted. Her parents were both African- American, her father a handsome dark skinned man with strong features and her mother a beautiful light skinned woman with delicate features and cat like hazel green eyes. All of her siblings were tall, slender with delicate features while she was shorter and slightly heavier having worn a size fourteen for as long as she could remember. However, she was the only one with her mother’s hazel green eyes. Her skin was a smooth cocoa brown color and she kept her black hair in a soft short natural afro.
Myra loved her job and could talk about cancer research and bioengineering all day but when she came home to her family, her siblings and their spouses and children, her world was just as foreign to them as theirs was to her. She was closest to her thirty-six year old brother Leonard, who took after their mother with his light skin and wavy hair, worked as a pharmacist at the one of the local Walgreens drug stores. He was the only one who seemed to get her, often going to bat for her with their parents. She’d known since they were kids that he was gay as he would often dress up in her clothing. It didn’t matter to her or the family, they all loved Leonard.
Leonard arrived late for Thanksgiving dinner this year, his boyfriend of three years, Gregory, a handsome white dramatic arts teacher at the local high school, in tow along with another man that no one in the family knew or had seen before. As soon as Myra heard her brother’s voice downstairs, she ran out to greet him.
“Lenny!” she yelled, giving him the biggest hug.
“Well I’m glad someone is happy to see me! How you been stranger?” he laughed as he kissed Myra’s cheek.
“Who you calling a stranger? It’s only been a few months since you saw me last,” she laughed.
“More like a year girl and I see you still working that fro! You need to come home more often so I can at least fix your hair!” he teased.
“Boy quit, ain’t nothing wrong with my hair, it’s just fine!” After releasing Leonard, she hugged Gregory next and complimented his new haircut.
“Oh girl, please don’t tell him he looks good, his head is big enough as it is!” Leonard beamed.
Gregory elbowed Leonard, “oh don’t listen to him, you can tell me how good I look anytime and I think your hair is fierce!”
The third man could only smile as he watched this beautiful brown skinned woman laugh and joke with her brother and Gregory. He agreed, Myra’s hair was as lovely as she was. Leonard spoke of her often to him, but his description of Myra didn’t do her justice. He noticed the way her eyes sparkled, the smoothness and flawless look of her skin, her tight fitting plum sweater that accentuated her full breasts and the black leather skirt that fit her curves and round bottom as if they were a second skin. He was definitely glad he’d accepted Leonard’s invitation to Thanksgiving dinner with his family.
Myra pretended not to notice the handsome Asian man, but she immediately honed in on his bright smile and his slanted light golden brown eyes as he watched her. Are they contacts? Most Asian men didn’t have eyes like that and she surmised that he was of mixed heritage. Either way, she found herself drawn to him, but wait, what if he is gay too? Being a friend of her brother’s and he wasn’t here with a female but then he wasn’t here with another man either. Maybe he was single. She decided to put it out of her mind, after all even if the man was straight, why would he be interested in her?
“Hey sis, I’d like you to meet a good friend of mine, we went to college together in Atlanta. I ran into him last weekend and convinced him to come down since his family went to Japan for the holidays. This is Kentaro Nakamura. Ken, this is my beautiful sister, Myra,” Leonard said proudly.
“Oh stop Lenny,” Myra chastised as she reached out her hand to Kentaro.