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Overview
Janet McDonald introduces readers to two sisters who discover that all you have to do is stick together to handle life's many twists and turns.
It may have taken them an extra year or two to do it, but the Washington sisters finally graduated high school, and this definitely calls for a celebration. But after the party ends, then what? The girls have no plans. Unlike their smart best friend Raven Jefferson, who's away at college, and their nerdy best friend Toya Larson, who's in computer training, and their overall best friend Aisha Ingram, who's rocking in TV commercials, Keeba and Teesha are still hanging out on neighborhood benches as if nothing's changed.
Then an older friend convinces the sisters that they, too, have a skill – braiding hair – and why not make a business of it? With a loan from Aisha, the Washingtons open TeeKee's Tresses in a rented storefront, and the future looks pretty solid . . . that is, until a rival's jealousy, a landlord's greed, and a politician's scheme turn the sisters' world upside down.
Twists and Turns is a 2004 Bank Street - Best Children's Book of the Year.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781466831414 |
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| Publisher: | Farrar, Straus and Giroux |
| Publication date: | 09/05/2006 |
| Series: | Hillbrook Houses , #3 |
| Sold by: | Macmillan |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 144 |
| File size: | 144 KB |
| Age Range: | 12 - 18 Years |
About the Author
Janet McDonald (1953-2007), a lawyer, was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. In addition to her previous young adult novels set in Hillbrook Houses, Chill Wind, for which she received the Coretta Scott King/John Steptoe New Talent Award, and Spellbound, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults, she is also the author of the adult memoir Project Girl.
I was born after midnight during a thunderstorm. The taxi speeding my mother to the hospital broke down on a Brooklyn street, and another had to be hailed. Meanwhile, I tried to kick my way out of the dark, dank crawl space of her stomach, undoubtedly in a prenatal panic. As if that weren’t bad enough, once I get here I find that I’ve been given a humiliatingly weird middle name -- Arneda -- and that I am going to grow up not in the spacious, airy home I dreamed about in the womb but in a small apartment in the projects that I will eventually share with four brothers, two sisters, and two parents. Can we say, Bummed Out at an Early Age?!
So I’m like, “Fine, whatever.” I figure it this way: there’s clearly been a mistake, but it will be corrected. No way was I supposed to have the mean older sister who left greasy clumps of nappy hair in my brush, the stern, grumpy father whose thundering voice frightened me out of asking for allowance, the scary neighbors who did scary things to each other, and the jealous classmates who hated me because I was nerdy enough to get A’s in everything, even conduct (that didn’t last, but I’ll spare you the grim details). There had been no mistake -- this was going to be my life. My initial reaction was, “You have to be kidding!” Indeed, I bet somebody probably was kidding when he stuck me in that mess and was somewhere laughing his divine little head off. “Ha ha ha, here comes Janet. We’ll make her female in a man’s world, left-handed in a right-handed society, poor in a country that reveres wealth, bookwormish in the projects, and -- what else? -- black! Oh, she has to be black in America. Ha, ha, ha! Let’s see how she handles all that!”
What do you do when your life is set up to be as rough as possible? You just have to focus on the good parts. Like the fact that your parents are great cooks. And your older brother, the jock, lets you hang out with him and play sports. And your little brother is really cool and your best friend. And reading takes you completely out of your dreary world and into excitement, adventure, and fun. I got out of the projects and into books, which is where I’ve remained. Wouldn’t you? Books took me to college, then to law school, then to journalism school . . . People in my neighborhood started calling me a professional student. And then books took me over completely and I began writing my own. Along the way I worked as a proofreader in a law firm (the only job I ever liked), a paralegal in a law firm (the first job I ever hated), and a lawyer in a law firm (the job that lets me travel the world). I moved from Brooklyn to Seattle and then to Paris, France. My life still occasionally seems like a bad joke, but as a writer I can at least live other people’s lives while I wait out the storm of my own.
Janet McDonald (1953-2007) is the author of the adult memoir Project Girl. She is the author of three books set in the Brooklyn projects: Chill Wind, for which she received the Coretta Scott King/John Steptoe Award for New Talent; Spellbound, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults; and Twists and Turns, an ALA Quick Pick for Young Adults. She was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, and lived in Paris, France.
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CHAPTER 1
Music thumped the walls like fists, pounding inside the Washingtons' apartment. Edwina Percy Washington was away at yet another weekend church function. And once again her daughters hadn't been able to go with her. Cramps, they said. As she always did, Mrs. Washington told them to rest, say their prayers at night, and invite only girls over if they wanted company And as they often did, Keeba and Teesha said, "Sure, Ma," and threw a loud, boisterous party with boys from all over Hillbrook Houses.
Although a year younger, Teesha had graduated high school right alongside her sister. Teesha herself was a year behind, but Keeba had been held back a couple of grades and was the oldest graduate in the class. You'd never know it from their marks, but the Washington sisters were bright, each in her own way. Teesha liked anything with numbers — math puzzles, arithmetic board games, or just playing with a calculator. Keeba preferred imitating characters she saw on TV and in movies and could repeat their lines by heart. They simply weren't motivated to study, or even to attend class regularly. It was as though something else was beckoning to them. Still, they'd managed to get their diplomas and both of them were proud.
Finishing school wasn't all they were celebrating, though. Their smartest best friend, Raven Jefferson, was home for the summer from college; their nerdiest best friend, Toya Larson, had been accepted into a computer training program; and their overall best friend, Aisha Ingram, was making mad cash doing TV commercials. Hillbrook girls were on a roll.
The living room was bathed in pink from lightbulbs the sisters had colored red with magic markers. On the kitchen table sat Mrs. Washington's new punch bowl, which Keeba had taken from its box and filled with grape Kool-Aid. Around the bowl were placed a half dozen oblong glass platters, dishware their mother said was reserved strictly for church dinners, now piled high with bright orange Cheez Doodles.
Earlier in the day, Teesha had gone to the grocery store to buy food for the party. Determined to stretch the weekend grocery money as far as she could, she saw little sense, once she'd found her favorite item on sale, in buying anything else. Pointing to the expiration date, the cashier had asked if Teesha was sure she wanted the six jumbopaks. Most definitely, Teesha said. After all, Cheez Doodles didn't get old.
For her part, Keeba had done the cleaning. In a manner of speaking, that is. She threw some water on the dirty dishes, kicked some magazines and newspapers strewn on the floor under the couch, and ran her hand over the furniture, collecting giant fluffy dustballs that she tossed out the window.
The party was pumping. Everybody was in a sweat, even with the windows open, and voices filled the night. People had gathered in a circle as the sisters and their main girls boogied through a series of old-time, played-out dances.
"The Worm!" shouted Keeba, sliding her neck from side to side. Teesha danced over to her sister, mirroring her moves. Then Teesha called for the Bounce. Like a gym class doing shoulder raises, the teens bounced their shoulders up and down in rhythm to Missy Elliott's smooth beats.
"Ah-ight, y'all," shouted Aisha, "check this out, the Electric Slide on wheels!"
On her skates, she took three steps to the left and three to the right, leaned backward, then bent forward into a front wheel spin, all without missing a beat. Kids lined up behind her and soon the entire living room was electric-sliding.
"Damn, Aisha, you rock!" exclaimed her ex-boyfriend, Kevin Winker
"Nah, brother, she rules," said her current boyfriend, Max Payne.
"My girl Ai can do on skates what I can't even do on my feet," said Raven as she stumbled into the forward dip, almost falling. Her fiancé, Jesse Honoré, caught her just in time.
Not to be outdone, since the party was supposed to be for her too, Toya broke away from the line dance to do her specialty, the Booty. Rolling her hips back and forth, she eased down in slow motion and rose up again to the chant of "Go, Toya! Go, Toya! Go! Go! Go!"
Bodies rocked and rolled in rhythm, and in the middle of the writhing mass Keeba was working her hips against a boy in an FDNY cap. For the party, Teesha had put a lot of effort into getting Keeba's hair exactly right: braided to the base of her neck, the rest left to hang loose down her back. The boy dancing with her wanted a touch.
"I don't think so, Arkim Hamilton. You out your mind? Nobody puts their hands on my hair but my sister," declared Keeba.
"Wassup with that? It ain't like the cowboy never touched that horse's tail."
"What?! No, you didn't say my braids came off no horse, Arkvark! This hair is pure human."
Arkim was doubled over laughing.
"You always think you funnier than you ain't," she said.
Keeba swept her hair over one shoulder and walked off. She was laughing too, but she wouldn't let Arkim see her doing it. He was so stoopid! A horse! Nobody had invited him anyway He just always showed up because he lived upstairs.
"Then let me touch that bootylicious," he called after her.
Lately, Keeba had skated less and eaten more than her sister, Teesha, who had transformed her "booty body" into a lean, sexy physique. But Keeba wasn't jealous. If she saw her sister preening at the mirror, she'd push her aside to admire her own image and would break into her favorite line from the Sir Mix-A-Lot rap classic, "Even white boys got to shout, Baby got back!"
It didn't matter that Teesha smirked and said Sir Mix-A-Lot was so over. What did bother Keeba was when her sister treated her like she was stupid, going "Duh!" every time she said something that might be a little wak. Being older, she wanted her kid sister to look up to and even admire her, at least a little bit. But Teesha did take up for her whenever anybody else dissed her, which was cool.
Max was deep into Keeba's dance moves. "Don't hurt nobody Kee!"
Noticing where Max's eyes were fixed, Aisha snatched him around.
"I'ma hurt you in a minute if you don't stop eyeballing Kee's butt. Remember that movie where the lady poured boiling hot grits on her man because he was creeping with somebody else? Ah-ight then, watch ya back." She kissed his cheek.
Max shook his head. "That wasn't a movie, Ai. That was what really happened to that old R&B singer Al Green."
"Oh yeah, that's right! Well anyway, you better get out the cocoa butter 'cause them grits gon' burn."
Meanwhile, Teesha was getting her own groove on. Dancing in the center of a group, her hair styled by Keeba in a crown of thick, loose twists, Teesha looked very much the part of reigning queen. She gave herself the role of keeping their parties in line and her subjects in order.
A few rude people had something nasty to say about the food, but she let them know straight up where to find the nearest McDonald's. And when a couple of boys complained she never had anything "for the head," she directed them to the bedroom where the pillows were. It was one thing to let people bring their own liquor, but other stuff was too crazy. At lot of kids went downhill fast messing with drugs. And anyway, she wasn't about to give the Housing Authority an excuse to put. them out of the projects. Despite the limited munchies and the drug ban, Teesha felt the evening was a hit and that she and her sister were still at the top of the project party scene.
But not everyone was having a good time. An unlikely pair stood next to each other in the kitchen. One of the two, Ashley Honoré, was decked out in a turquoise silk blouse and black silk slacks. A recent graduate from an exclusive women's college on her way to business school, Ashley had never been in the projects before and would have kept it that way had her younger brother, Jesse, not dragged her there. He planned to marry Raven, a Hillbrook girl, and wanted his sister to get over her snobbery issues about project people. Beside Ashley, swimming in gigantic red jeans and a matching sweatshirt and wearing slip-on gold teeth, was Kevin's girlfriend, Shaniqua Page. She was tossing her blond extensions and glaring. Ashley spoke directly into the project girl's ear to make herself audible above the music.
"Why you gotta scream in my ear?" snapped Shaniqua. "I ain't deaf!"
"Sorry. The song's a little loud."
"What song? Ain't no song playin'. That's rap."
"Oh. Whatever. I was just saying I'm somewhat out of my element here. Are you from this neighborhood too?"
"Hell no, I ain't from these punkass projects. I'm from the Fort."
"The Fort?"
"Sho'nuff! Fort Crest lays 'em and slays 'em, we yokes 'em and smokes 'em!"
Ashley raised her eyes to the ceiling as if making a silent plea.
"Uh-huh. Okay. Well, I'm here with my brother, Jesse, who's with his ... uh ... date."
"You mean that girl Raven? They s'pose to be hookin' up, right?"
"Please." Ashley sighed. "Don't remind me. Yes, they're getting married. Anyway, this scene is so new to me. We're not from the area." She was beginning to feel lightheaded. She'd skipped dinner, expecting there'd be lots of home-cooked food, which she had looked forward to as a nice change from eating out all the time. But ages had passed and nothing had been brought out.
"Is there going to be something to eat later? I'm starved! And this drink is so sweet it has to be a diabetes risk. I mean, there's nothing in it but sugar, with some water and purple coloring. It's like drinking grape syrup. Gross." With that, she emptied her Kool-Aid down the drain.
Shaniqua was keeping an eye on her man and hardly listening to this lame girl who put the stuck in stuck-up. But when she saw what Ashley had done, she turned her full attention on the student like a high beam of hot, blinding light.
"Why you dump the Kool-Aid out — you sick? Ain't a damn thing wrong with it. I woulda drunk it. Everybody know you gotta let the ice melt to water it down so it ain't too sweet." She frowned at the purple stain in the sink. "What a waste. Here, eat some Cheez Doodles if you so hungry."
Ashley, flinched. "No, merci, I've been stuffing my face with those stale things all night. Isn't there anything else? I don't know," she said, her tone becoming sarcastic, "maybe a potato chip or a pretzel to mix it up a little?"
Shaniqua ignored her and Ashley looked again toward the ceiling. "I'm dead," the college girl murmured under her breath. "I died and went to ghetto hell."
Shaniqua overheard and was not having it. "What you talkin' 'bout, Ashy?"
"Ashley ..."
"You not in no ghetto. These the projects."
Suddenly Ashley felt nervous. She sure didn't want to get on the wrong side of this homegirl, who seemed awfully dangerous and so easily provoked. "Hey, I really didn't mean to offend, really, Shamika ..."
"I told you my name Sha-ni-qua, like Taniqua only with a 'sha,'" she said, pushing up the arm of her sweatshirt to reveal her name tattooed on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, truly I am ... Sha-ni-qua. Please just ignore anything I say. It's the hunger and fatigue. I'm sure you and your friends are as nice as ... anyone."
"These bozos ain't my friends. Why you think I'm in this kitchen with you?!"
Ashley noted with annoyance that Shaniqua said "you" as if she were describing the last wretch on the planet. Her eyes quickly scanned the crowd. Where was Jesse?
"Take Miss Ice Capades over there," Shaniqua continued, gesturing toward Aisha, who'd removed her skates and was leaning against Max. "I don't care how much bank she get off them tired TV commercials, she still wak, clunkin' around on four wheels when everybody else rockin' blades! She can't stand me because I took her man Kev. The cute one with the Knicks cap. Over by the window, see him? We together now So that's what that's about. Ain't no friends of mine up in here, and that's word. Me and the rest of these hoes, we like grease and water."
"Oil and water," Ashley mumbled. Then she said out loud, "I see what you mean, absolutely, and am so down with you on that." She felt she'd taken enough abuse from this ruffian, who probably didn't even have her GED. "Well, better go check on my little brother. Nice meeting you."
Shaniqua looked Jesse's sister up and down without answering. She took a handful of Cheez Doodles and pushed them into her mouth. A light dusting of orange powder was left clinging to her chin.
Ashley squeezed through the crowded hallway and pushed her way into the jammed living room, fleeing Shaniqua as much as seeking Jesse.
CHAPTER 2
The party was settling into a lower gear and people had found seats on everything from speakers to sofa arms. Keeba made her way to the table, covered now with empty platters. "Where the Cheez Doodles go?!" she yelled to nobody in particular. "And y'all greedies guzzled down the last drop of Kool-Aid!" She ran her finger over a platter and licked off the powdered cheddar. An Usher song was playing, one of those yearning grooves that make everybody feel like they're in love, even people — like Keeba — who didn't have anyone.
Couples who came to the party together sat close on the couch. Single girls found boys who would do, at least for the moment, and paired off with them in slow dances. Watching, Keeba turned her thoughts from food to romance. She wanted a boyfriend, a real one, not the players blasting Fabolous out their mamas' windows and talking trash about girls and how they like to hit it quick and split. All that because deep down they were scared to be close to a girl. Keeba wanted somebody like Usher, singing now, the kind of guy who fell in love and hung out with you on the phone, who wasn't scared to put his heart into a girl. The fact that Usher was an R&B superstar with a carefully crafted romantic image didn't factor into Keeba's ardor. She knew there was a real-life Usher for her somewhere in Brooklyn. There had to be.
"And what you thinking about so hard?" asked Aisha, noticing her friend staring into space.
Keeba shook off her thoughts and patted Aisha's rounded hair.
"I was wondering if that Afro bite."
Aisha couldn't have agreed more. "Ain't this hair a trip?! They got me looking like Michael Jackson before he got his white-girl hairdo. As soon as this wak sixties retro commercial's done, I'm losing these naps, and fast. If I was still in braids I'd come to you, but now I get my hair done in Midtown."
"G'head, be all that. One day you gon' be begging me to put my healing touch on them naps." Keeba rubbed her stomach. "Where all the food go? I'm hooongry" ,
Aisha put her finger to her lips. "You shoulda said something! I got just what you need." She took Keeba by the arm and led her down the hallway. "Shhh ..."
"You know I'm not into that, so don't even play."
"Don't be so drama, Kee. You want food, right? Then come on."
Light shone from under the closed bathroom door, which Aisha, without even pausing, pushed open.
Keeba tugged at Aisha's elbow. "Ai! Somebody's in there. What you doing?!"
Aisha shut the door behind them as quickly as she'd opened it. Inside, it took a moment for Keeba's eyes to adjust to the light. When they did, she howled.
"Y'all is ... is ..." She could barely catch her breath. "Sick! And greedy!"
Max and Raven were sitting on the side of the bathtub. Toya was in the bathtub with a pillow at her back. Ashley was next to Jesse on the floor, her back resting against the toilet bowl. A towel was spread out on the floor as if this were a Prospect Park picnic. Empty White Castle hamburger boxes, ketchup-stained french-fry bags, packs of onion rings, and soda cans were all scattered about. The diners were grinning. Ashley lifted the bag next to her.
"Help yourself," she said through a mouthful of food.
Aisha slid in between Max and Raven.
"The party's kicking and all," Aisha said, "but, Kee, y'all gots to feed folks, especially dancing folks. Max had to drive way out on Atlantic Avenue to save us from starvation!"
"I gotta go get my sister!" Kee said.
Back in the living room, Keeba found Teesha and whispered in her ear.
(Continues…)
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