Justice for a Song (3)
Lei Bleu made quick work of the walk from the metro to the center where she’d be doing her community service. She very aware of herself, her expensive designer sneakers, and her understated, but overpriced jewelry. This was the first time her expensive taste made her feel uncomfortable. The center was in an area she frequently avoided because she didn’t want to make herself a target.
She opened the door with apprehension, in search of someone in charge. She found Sarah Johnson with a clipboard in her hand and thick cat eyeglasses on her face.
“Hi, I’m Lei Bleu.” She smiled brightly despite the multitude of butterflies that had taken flight in her stomach.
“That’s some smile considering your recent experiences.” The last thing Lei wanted was judgment; she received enough of that from her father. Lei followed Sarah to a room in the back of the center and closed the solid oak door behind her.
“It doesn’t come easily. I’m dealing with a lot right now. I just need something to distract me from everything.” Lei sat in the chair in front of the big wooden desk, her hands laced together tightly while Sarah took a seat behind it.
“I know that you’re not here voluntarily, but I want you to take this very seriously. The kids that come here need to know that someone cares. If I get the feeling that you don’t want to be here, I will throw you out of here quicker than those fancy sneakers can carry you.” Sarah started shuffling papers and stuffing them into manilla folders. She barely looked up at Lei.
“Ms. Johnson, under the circumstances, I know that it seems as though I don’t want to be here, but I chose this center. I love kids…And I kinda know how it feels to need a little love.” Lei watched as Sarah lifted her head and took a close look at her as if she was just really seeing her.
“I’m glad to hear that. I’ve been asked to keep the details of your participation to myself, and I will. If you find Song, she’ll help you get settled in. She got long hair, brown-skinned with square glasses and I guarantee you she has a really serious look on her face. She’s always has a really serious look on her face.”
Lei left Sarah’s office in no rush to find the ever somber Song. How would she ever get through hours with someone who doesn’t know how to laugh?
When she saw her, she immediately knew who she was, even though her full lips curved into a huge smile. The square frames slightly obstructed the view of her big eyes, but they added to her character. The cargos and navy polo made her look as though she should be at someone’s country club, not reading to inner-city kids. Suddenly, spending a few hours with Song didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
Song stumbled over her words a bit when she saw Lei come in even though she’d read this story frequently. It was one she’d written specifically for her students. Either way, the curvaceous woman in yellow made it difficult to continue reading. Lei stood at the back of the room, displaying the dimples so deep Song wanted to stick her fingers in them. Song could see the energy surrounding her that demanding attention. When she’d finished reading, Lei approached her.
“The story you were just reading was truly amazing. I’ve never heard it before…”
“That’s because I wrote it…” Song adjusted her glasses and tried not to stick her chest out in pride. Lei noticed her smile had disappeared from her face.
“Where can I find it?”
“You can’t. It’s not published anywhere. These babies are my test audience.” She wrapped an errant loc around her finger and started to twirl.
“Oh, darn, I really enjoyed it.” She extended her hand to Song. “I’m Lei Bleu.”
“Song Jackson.” With a warm squeeze, they formally introduced themselves.
“I’m a new volunteer. I was told you could show me the ropes.” The kids were watching them, patiently waiting for their chance to get some of Song’s attention.
“Let’s just sit with them. Generally, they are the ones that tie the ropes.” Within minutes, Lei had charmed the kids with her overzealous laugh, easily given affection and praise.
As Lei moved from child to child, Song appreciated the curves of her body. Lei was not a skinny girl. She was a grown woman with hips, breasts, and… When Lei bent over, Song had to force her eyes away from her heart-shaped behind, but not before she noticed the designer denim that covered it. Song looked down Lei’s body at the expensive sneakers and quickly calculated her outfit to cost close to a week’s salary. Feeling deflated, she sucked up her drool, marking Lei as out of her league.
Lei watched Song with the children, observing her patient nature, and the obvious love she had for each one of them. She wondered how her life would have been different if she had someone like that around to nurture her.
When they walked out of the center together, they made it to Song’s Rebel first. “Where’s your car?” Song asked.
“It’s in the shop. I had a little fender bender.” Lei tucked her hair behind her ear. She noticed she had to tilt her head up a bit to look into Song’s eyes.
“Can I give you a ride somewhere?” Song offered, mesmerized by the look Lei was giving her. Her hazel eyes were full of wonderment, amusement, and something else she couldn’t read. Song wanted Lei to say yes, but the logical side of her hoped she wouldn’t. She didn’t have anything to offer a girl like this.
“No, thanks. I’ll be fine. Thank you though.” Song positioned herself on Ruby as she watched Lei’s hips sway as she took the dozen steps to the metro station. Before she took the stairs down, she turned around and observed Song watching her.