Delirium's Nomad

“That’s my boy.”
“Which one is he Norma?”
“The cute one laying next to that girl.”
“But he’s black”
“I know, my son Dean married a Black woman and became Jewish.”
“Jewish, oh, that’s too bad guess he’s not coming here.”
“Barbara.”
“Just kidding. He’s cute, he looks nothing like you though.”
“I don’t know, I think I had dreadlocks just like his when I was young.”
Her spirit lightened as she watched Jordan roll over caressing the girl, a smile as an eye poking out of his eyelid caught his hand moving over her curves. The Earth’s rotation allowing the sun to start peering through the window.
“And he never knew you?”
“Nope, I died before he was born, my George says he was a good kid, always nice. Not around much though. Family never warmed up to him being black and Dean turnin Jewish. But he is beautiful none the less.”
Jordan allowed a smile to peek out of his face as he slowly rose from the bed; one hand rustling his head the other scratching his ass.
Dolores soul brightened even more, “ha ha, he does that every morning.”