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    Homegoing

    By Toni Ann Johnson

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    Homegoing by Toni Ann Johnson follows a middle-aged African-American woman facing loss as she returns to her conservative white hometown. This fearless book tackles issues such as race, isolation, childhood trauma, abandonment and ultimately healing. <

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAccents Publishing, LLC
    Release dateJun 1, 2021
    ISBN9781936628698
    Homegoing
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    Toni Ann Johnson

    TONI ANN JOHNSON is the author of Homegoing, a novella, and the novel Remedy for a Broken Angel, which earned an NAACP Image Award nomination for Outstanding Literary Work by a Debut Author. She is a two- time winner of the Humanitas Prize for her screenplays Ruby Bridges, for Disney, and Crown Heights, for Showtime Television. Johnson’s essays and short fiction have appeared in the Los Angeles Times, Hunger Mountain, Callaloo, and many other publications. She lives in Los Angeles.

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      Homegoing - Toni Ann Johnson

      I

      New York City, 2006

      Hi, Maddie. How are you? It’s snowing up here. Can you believe it? Jesus, I hope it doesn’t stick. How’s the weather where you are?

      It’s—

      Oh-oh, I’m glad you called. Listen, I got somethin’ to tell you. Remember Mr. Ferrell? From down the hill? Bought that civil war saber from me? Remember? Y’there?

      Yeah, Maddie said.

      Well, why didn’t you say something?

      ’Cause you don’t—

      "Shh, shh, Listen, listen, he died!"

      This was typical. As her mother aged, she barely let Maddie part her lips, and she was obsessed with the obits. She read them daily. Compulsively. Even casual acquaintances knew that if you bumped into Velma at the Stop & Shop, you were in for an updated litany of the dearly departed locals.

      Maddie was wearing pajamas. In the middle of the day. She was curled up like a fist on the floor beside her upright piano. She couldn’t say she was moved by Ferrell’s passing. The man had never been nice to her. His kids hurled rocks and racial epithets when they were growing up. She hadn’t seen him since the mid-eighties—twenty years ago—and he’d looked old then.

      Nonetheless, she exhaled and said, That’s too bad, Mom.

      "Yeah. So sad. All my contemporaries are either going-going or gone. Velma chuckled at the auction quip that made regular appearances in her you’ll never guess who died" routines.

      Rolando’s moving back to L.A., Maddie told her. He doesn’t want to be married anymore.

      Oh, Velma said. Sorry to hear that. Then her voice brightened to a higher key. "Weeeell, so you’ll be single. So what? I’ve been single for over twenty-five years now, and I love it. I’m glad I don’t have to deal with your father’s bullshit anymore. You seen him lately? Jesus, he looks old. Like an antique. A relic. Like I could sell his ass in my shop …"

      No matter the content of the conversation, when her mother was participating, its focus would be on her.

      Velma went on complaining as Maddie set the phone down and climbed off the floor. She shuffled in her fleece and corduroy slippers, hunched against the cramping in her abdomen. With the bathroom door open she peed with the light off and stared out the doorway so she wouldn’t have to see her lady parts cry blood. Across the room, boxes were stacked like giant bricks, making a wall along the windows: a stroller, a breast pump, an infant tub … She closed her eyes and blindly replaced the pad with a fresh one.

      When she made it back to the phone Velma was still monologuing.

      "… and you know he was so damn cheap, honestly, when I wasn’t working after I had you, he’d give me a few dollars spending money, and then he’d make me go buy him cigarettes and scotch with it. What an S.O.B. Finally, she asked, So what happened, anyway? Why doesn’t Ro wanna be married anymore? Another woman?"

      Uh … He said—

      "Y’know, just because you make more money doesn’t mean you should always be the boss. Rolando told me you control everything and you do. You get that from your father."

      Ouch.

      Why did she always hope her mother would be different? She wanted to say, fuck you. Instead, she bit her tongue. She bit the crap out of it. She’d need stitches if she bit it any harder.

      Y’there? Velma asked.

      I’m hanging up now.

      Oh, you don’t wanna talk, huh? Well, all right, then. You’ll be fine.

      For a moment, Maddie imagined her mother sounded caring, the way one might encourage a toddler to come down a slide. It’s okay. You’ll be fine. Really? She sniffled. How do you know, Mommy?

      "Because what choice do you have, Maddie? Life goes on. Until it doesn’t and you read about in the paper!"

      A couple of days earlier, Monday morning, they’d been fifteen weeks along. Rolando and Maddie sat across from each other in their kitchen nook, arguing about moving to a larger apartment in the building. A sharp tug in the gut folded her over. A red puddle spread between her legs and across the white bench.

      At the hospital he didn’t want to see her. He wouldn’t look. Maddie kissed her tiny head and said goodbye. Her name was Nina. She fit in the palm of her hand.

      They left in a taxi without her. Maddie couldn’t speak. At a stoplight, the sun wandered through the window and swirled in her lap. She was dazed, watching it shimmer there, when Rolando’s fingers gripped her thigh so hard she yelped.

      I’m sorry, he blurted. I can’t stay here anymore. His lashes were clumpy with tears.

      By Saturday Maddie’s breasts remained sore and engorged, and she still needed a maxi-pad. Her abdomen cramped occasionally, though less than it had. From the bed, messy and crinkled as a pile of dead leaves, she watched her husband pack brown shipping boxes in their white-walled studio on lower Lexington Avenue. He hadn’t slept there during the week. She didn’t know where he’d been, but he came by for an hour or so each day to pack, and to purge, and he’d brought her soup each time, even though she barely spoke while he was there. She couldn’t. Her head ached and her mind had been gone—nowhere and elsewhere—trying to find the dimension that takes in unborn souls.

      On a typical Saturday, they’d be playing a CD—Ella, Miles, or Monk—or she’d be at the piano practicing while Rolando edited photos on his laptop. They’d chat over the music.

      It was quiet now, except for the creak and rip of packing tape and the cars whooshing by outside. Above the stack of unopened boxes, windows that stretched to the ceiling lined the east wall facing the street. They welcomed a gray November day inside. It seemed to hover in the room like a melancholy ghost.

      The place was large for a studio, but it was only one room, which made it difficult to opt out of watching Rolando dismantle the remnants of their life together.

      He was tall and broad-shouldered; muscular like an athlete, though he hadn’t been one since college. His hair

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