Okay, not the biggest, but it is up on the Top 10 list. As if he can sense my frustration, Taquan reaches over to grab my hand under the dining room table. I look over and give him a wink and a smile. “I just don’t understand, Latoya, if you’ve read those things in those papers about that that . . . rapper. How can you trust your child with him?” My grip tightens around Taquan’s hand and he winces a little. “Daddy, I don’t believe those things in the paper. I never thought Bones would hurt Tiffany.” My mother spoons mashed red potatoes onto her plate before passing it to my youngest sister Latrece. “How can you be sure?” “His mother lives with him and helps out with the baby.” As soon as my mother eyes me I know I have stuck my foot in my mouth. My moms has been begging me to let Tiffany stay overnight. My answer has always been no. When I admitted to my parents that I lied about the rape and that I was sexually involved with our minister since I was sixteen, I didn’t know what to expect.
