Before he could answer, her mother, Kaya, appeared with a plate of freshly washed fruit.
âHow can you talk to Jett like that? Heâs only concerned about you.â
âMom, Iâm just saying it like it is. Jett has a job; the police are there to protect us full-time. Doesnât that make them a bit more reliable?â
Kaya gave her a gentle tap on the shoulder. âOh, you silly girl. Stop being so picky. Where else are you going to find a man who shows up whenever you call? A few years from now, youâll be searching high and low for a good one.â
âMom, I might choose not to get married at all.â
Fannie could not have spoken up if Jett werenât standing right there, but she didnât want anyone dictating her choices. The timid girl who used to shrink from confrontation had grown up, and she had Bobby to thank for that.
Heâd taught her that she needed to stand up for herself, even with her parents.
Kayaâs smile vanished, her face darkening with frustration. âEnough, Fannie. Who do you think your father and I do all this for? You think weâd push you into something if we didnât believe it was best for you?â
Fannie kept her tone steady.
âDad, Mom, I know you mean well, but youâre getting older. I donât want you to worry anymore. Iâll handle my own life, and you donât need to interfere.â
âFine, have it your way! Do whatever you want. Iâll just pretend I donât have a daughter, then!â
Jett never expected that his presence would cause a rift between Fannie and her mother.
âMrs. Cooper, may I speak with Fifi alone?â he asked.
Kayaâs expression turned stern. âJett, donât go soft on her. I donât know whatâs gotten into this girl lately; she used to be so well-behaved! Itâs all because of Bobby and his bad influence.â
Fannie couldnât hold back. âWhat does he have to do with it? Am I not allowed to have a say in my own life?â
âWatch your tone!â Kaya snapped, raising her hand, but Jett quickly stepped in, guiding Fannie outside to avoid further escalation.
âYou saw how it is, Jett. My parents wonât influence me. Even if they approve of you, I wonât just agree.â
âFifi, what donât you like about me?â
Fannie met his gaze, unwavering. âJett, I only see you as a friend.â
âThen letâs start as friends.â
He was holding back, and it took effort. Bobby had advised him to slow down, and even though Jett wasnât thrilled about it, he knew heâd rushed things.
Fannie wasnât the type to dive into anything quickly; she took her time with everything, especially relationships. And heâd been pushing too hard, too soon.
âFifi, I want you to know I respect your feelings. Even if I make mistakes, Iâm willing to work on them. You might see me as a friend now, but I see you as much more. All Iâm asking is for you to consider it.â
Fannie looked at him, caught off guard. He was being sincere; she could see that.
Jett interrupted her. âIâm being sincere right now!â
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