Nine
That’s Life
Amber
“You’re up! Let me pour you some coffee from this machine Naima got us for our 30th wedding anniversary,” Mrs. Almonte, Naima’s mother, says with a thick Haitian accent when I walk into the kitchen of her Queens’ duplex the next morning. The radio announcer quietly going over today’s headlines is soon drowned out by the talking push-button coffee machine as it grinds beans to produce a single serving of quality coffee.
I hear the scoot of a chair underneath it all, and then Naima’s in front of me, saying, “Hey girl, the table’s over here.”
I have my stick but let her guide me to a table that is clear of clutter or any of the other knick-knacks you might find in a fully-sighted family’s kitchen. From what Naima told me when she showed me to the couch last night,
