Carli's Choice

"Yes, yes okay. Hold on a second." Carlos spoke into his cellphone. Sharon watched as Carlos jumped up from the couch to answer a phone call, then rushed into Carli's bathroom speaking to whomever that was on the other end of the line. He got his day off today and said he wanted them to talk before she left for work. He was just about to tell her something when the phone rang and he went into their daughter's room. She was curious to know who it was, but it wasn't something that was a burning question. Carlos would usually tell her who called anyway. It was only when she heard her husband shouting from the room that she became concerned and quietly moved to the bathroom door to hear what was being said. She pressed her ear to the door as closely as she could to listen. She heard Carlos speaking to someone named 'Red Man'. "Look 'ere," Carlos said. "You promised the first payment as of last Friday. I am expecting something. Yuh tell mi se

 "Hey! What are you doing?! Yelled Carli's aunt as she supervised the mini repair and construction project at her house. Carli was relaxing in her aunt's nice, huge and comfy sofa. It was a rich navy blue color with cushions that were different shades of blue from baby blue to midnight blue.  It was a Monday, but Carli had no exams. She had four later that week and two next week, and then she would be done with this semester. She was nervous, but felt she needed to just chill and try not to think about them for a little bit.  She also decided that she would spend the rest of her time in Kingston and St. Andrew sleeping at her aunt's house, and go down to stay with her parents for the Christmas holidays starting from Christmas Eve. She would leave straight from her aunt's house on the 23rd and then spend that whole time with her mom and dad until New Year's day. Then she would go back into town from the 2nd of January. Her cousin Melissa would drop her off in Ha

  "Bwoy Missa Joseph, yuh know weh yuh a talk bout man!" Mr Brown said speaking to the building contractor supervising work on his house. "This new 'prentice weh yuh cyarry fi werk pon di house a gwaan man! Him finish paint one side a di outside wall aready!"  Both Mr. Brown and Mr. Joseph Black, affectionately called Mas Joe, watched as Jason quickly but efficiently used the paint roller to neatly deposit the fuchsia colored paint onto the wall. He was finished with the front and was now doing the wall closest to a side gate that led to the backyard. He smiled to himself, at least he could thank his dad for passing on the trade to him.  Ever since he was twelve years old, to get extra money out of his dad, he would follow him to private homes and help his dad paint folks' houses. It was hard but rewarding work, and his dad made sure to teach him the skills he needed to do a good job, for if he didn't, his dad couldn't charge the home owner a wage fi