As only sistas can Part 1 of 3...short story

This is a short story that I wrote...It's in two parts, let me get your thoughts.....

“Well I think it is down right nasty”, grunted Aunt Macy, “Mae” for short amongst the family. “Two grown men lying up together. Ash on top of crusty ash.”

My mother sat quietly.

“Did you see how they were acting the other day on Oprah”, murmured Mae as she reached into her dress to loosen her bra and wipe the August sweat from up under her arm. “Acting like they were all in love, hugging and kissing, you know I had a mind to write Miss Thang and tell her a thing or two.”

“Yeah, I saw that episode Mae”, chimed in Aunt Rea, my mother’s oldest sista, “but I have to admit, they did seem pretty happy together. They had bought a nice house and didn’t they say they had been together for about 10 years now.”

“10 years”, shouted Mae, “he was with his wife for damn near 20 before that home-wrecker came up on da scene. I tell you the truth, these people need to be ….“Watch it, Mae.” interrupted Big Mama. “This is a holy house.”

“Goodness, Mae, you acting like you scared James bout to break you off a bit of surprising news,” joked Aunt Rea.

Aunt Lane, my mother’s closest sibling, leaned over to my mother and whispered in her ear almost inaudibly, “It ain’t James she worried about.” Lane’s words sent shivers through my mother’s spine like a chilly breeze off the Pacific. It wasn’t James that my mother was worried about either.

“Well I am just saying. They had two beautiful kids and a nice home, that poor woman.”

Big Mama, sitting with a somewhat defeated posture, sat a little slumped over in her chair, staring aimlessly into space, wishing that Rea and Mae would change the subject. The mysterious knot that had formed in her stomach the moment Mae opened her mouth on the subject was becoming unbearable, and she couldn’t even pinpoint why it was there.

“That poooor woman, hasn’t let those two beautiful kids see their loving father in ten years, and you know that ain’t right. She even said herself that he was a good father and provider. Mae, you saw with your own eyes, that youngest girl was in tears when they interviewed her begging to see her daddy.”

“Serves him right!” Snapped Mae.

“Oh Mae, be quite!” said Aunt Lane.
“Don’t start with me Lane, I ain’t in the mood!”

“You ain’t never in the mood. That’s probably why you keep that sour look on your face. Like you smelling shit all the time.”

“O-K”, chuckled aunt Rea, in a high pitched tone imitating the urban girls that come weekly to her shop to get their “dos” fried dyed and laid to the side.

“Lane, have you lost your mind, apologize to ya sista”, admonished Big Mama.

I ain’t paying her no attention, responded Mae.

“Sorry Ma, but Mae needs to come off it, cause we all know that this is something she is gonna to have to face one day, so she better get hip.”

Uncomfortable silence gripped the room as Lane’s comments took root.

“Ouuuu, You done went to far this time Lane”, Rea said.

My mother continued to sit quietly in the corner, as if she were afraid that the conversation would turn on her at any minute.

to be continued.