Today we visited the church of St. Michael. While we were looking at the frescoes, one of the locals took an obvious interest in me. Her motives weren’t clear – to me at least, but what was clear was her desire to say something to me. She locked eyes on me and approached. She didn’t get far.
When Geeta noticed her advancing toward me, she put her arm across in front of me like a barrier. The woman tested the seriousness of this by taking one further step in my direction. That’s when I saw the most amazing thing I’ll see all day.
That step had only just touched the tile when Geeta snaked her neck in this lady’s direction and glared at this woman with a look that said “mothafucka try it” as good as Samuel L. Jackson could do it. It was the type of look that PROMISED there was a slap coming next. Not a word was spoken, but the message was received loud and clear: “HOE, I WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN IN THE HOUSE OF GOD. WATCH.” I have never seen someone turn around so fast.
I was stunned! I wanted to know who that lady was, why she was staring at me, what did she want?? Geeta gave no further thought or comment. Instead she continued her lesson about the history of the church and its murals as if nothing had happened. Cuz when you’re a bad bitch, you don’t need to say a damn thing.