Little Black Girl Lost by Keith Lee Johnson Page A

you was twelve years old. Now that he done had you, it’s just a matter of time before his perverted ass gets tired of you and moves on to the next colored woman that makes his dick hard.”
    Well, if you thought he was so perverted, why would you even consider doing what you did?
    â€œMama, will you listen to me for a second?”
    â€œOkay, go ahead.”
    â€œOkay, listen, he took me to the house yesterday and I—”
    â€œGirl, stop all that lyin’. That man ain’t took you to no house. And if he did, it was his or somebody he knows. Don’t be so gullible.”
    â€œI’m not stupid, Mama.”
    â€œIf you believe a white man like him is gon’ buy you a house, you outta yo’ mind.”
    â€œMama, I’m sittin’ here lookin’ at the deed.”
    â€œYou lookin’ at it, huh? Is it real?”
    â€œI don’t know. That’s why I want to come by and look at yours.”
    â€œWell, bring it on by. I wanna see this.”
    â€œMama, I was in the house. He had the keys and everything.”
    â€œWhere this house at?”
    â€œAshland Estates.”
    â€œAshland Estates! That’s where them stuck-up niggas live. They think they better than us. Maybe he knows somebody colored that owns the place. Maybe he owns it and gave you a phony deed. But anyway, those houses are expensive out there. You sure it was Ashland Estates?”
    â€œYes, Mama.”
    â€œAnd you say yo’ name is on the deed?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œHmmm, okay, bring it on by. I gotta see this.”
    â€œOkay, I’ll be by after I do some shoppin’ at Sears.”
    â€œAt Sears? You got money to shop at Sears?”
    â€œMama, I have plenty of money. I even have a stockbroker who bought me some stock in the company, so it only makes sense to shop there.”
    Marguerite was quiet. She was thinking about what her sixteen-year-old daughter was telling her. What if he did buy her a house? That man must sho’ nuff be in love. Ain’t no other explanation.
    â€œMama? You still there?”
    â€œYeah, honey. I’m just thinkin’ about what you said.”
    â€œOkay, well, I’ll be by later on.”
    â€œOkay, now tell me why you didn’t go to school today.”
    â€œI’ll talk to you about that later, Mama. I’m about to take a shower.”’
    â€œA shower, huh? Where you at, girl?”
    â€œThe Savoy Hotel. I have a nice room. Why don’t you bring the deed down here and see the place? If you like, I can show you the house. I have the keys.”
    Marguerite wondered if she should tell her daughter that she plied her trade at the hotel regularly, then quickly dismissed it.
    â€œSure, I can come down there. What time?”
    â€œOh, you know what?” Johnnie said, remembering her plans to catch up with Lucas Matthews. “I have some stuff to do at the house anyway. How about I bring the deed, take care of some things, and then I can show you the house? You can see the hotel later, okay?”
    â€œOkay. Talk to you then. Bye.”
    â€œBye, Mama.”

Chapter 23
    â€œIs this chair taken?”
    â€œU mm , umm, umm,” Simmons muttered, shaking his head. “I’d like to break my dick off in that. Is she fine, or what?”
    Johnnie entered the lobby of the Savoy, attracting attention from every direction. She was wearing a yellow outfit—sundress, hat, purse, shoes, and sunglasses.
    â€œYes, Lawd!” Myron, the daytime doorman, said.
    Johnnie could feel all the attention. As usual, she felt a little self-conscious; especially when men stared at her ass. They stared at it so long that it felt like they were attempting to look into the crack. Nevertheless, she smiled politely.
    â€œHow you doin’, you beautiful creature from heaven?” Myron asked, as cool as he could.
    â€œI’m doing just fine. And you?” she said as she walked past