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Danielle

I turned the burner down low on the stove, then moved up to my daughter’s room to tell her it was time for dinner. After knocking on her door and not getting an answer, I stepped in and found the room empty. Hearing water running in the bathroom at the end of the hall, I realized Portia was taking a shower.

Seeing dirty towels on the floor, I reached over and grabbed them. No wonder I can’t find half my damn towels. They are here, buried in Portia’s room.

I reached for a large gold bath towel and something dropped. Looking down, I spotted a small leather-bound book. I reached for it, flipped it over, and realized it was Portia’s journal. Staring at it, I was tempted to open it, but I try to respect my daughter’s privacy . . . most of the time. But curiosity got the better of me and after several seconds I had convinced myself that I’m the mother and had a right to know what my teenage daughter was up to, because the majority of the time she was up to no good.

“I’ll look at just one entry, then I’ll put it down,” I murmured to myself and flipped to the center of the book.

I saw Ron’s dick today. He wasn’t too happy that I walked in on him, so I played it off and stepped out of the bathroom. I’ve never seen a thing with the skin still on it. But dang, it was big! I promise you I’m going to get some of that before the school year’s over.

Hell to the no.

Stunned, I flipped forward several more pages.

Tomorrow my mother is working evenings and I plan to finally make my move on her boyfriend. The plan is to come running out of my room butt naked, pretending I saw a spider.

Fingers shaking, I turned the page.

I can’t believe Ron rejected me. Even after I told him I loved him he tossed it back in my face and said he loved my mom, not me, and that I needed to find a boy my own age. I hate him! I hate him! Just wait, I’m going to get him back.

My hands were shaking as I flipped to an entry dated the day after I broke up with Ron.

Well, my plan worked. Mama believed me over Ron and put his butt out. Hee-hee! You should have seen his face. That’s what he gets for treating me that way. Now Mama thinks I’m pregnant by Ron when I’m really carrying Demetrius’s baby. Yuck! That was the worst sex I’ve ever had. I sure hope my baby comes out looking like me.

I didn’t even know the journal had slipped from between my fingers until I heard it hit the floor. For the longest time I just stood there, stunned, knowing good and well what I was reading better not be true. But it was.

My daughter had lied.

Everything went still as my world started spinning. Slowly I lowered onto the bed and took several deep breaths to calm my nerves because what I wanted to do was to run down the hall to the bathroom and snatch Portia’s wide ass out of that shower. The only thing stopping me was the fact that she was pregnant and I didn’t want to be responsible for two dead bodies.

Ain’t this a bitch? I believed her. Even when something in the back of my mind kept telling me something wasn’t right about my daughter’s story, I believed her anyway because she’s my daughter and that’s what mothers are supposed to do, stick by their children.

How was I to know that when she described my man’s uncircumcised dick, the reason she knew what it looked like was that her hot ass had barged into the bathroom and seen it? Not because Ron had been sleeping with her.

It was like a sick joke.

For the first time in my life I could understand how a woman could murder her own child, because that’s exactly what I wanted to do. The only thing stopping me was that I didn’t own a gun and that Portia was pregnant. Dear God, Ron isn’t even the father of her child. She lied to me! Ron never touched her. He tried to tell me she was lying, yet I refused to listen.

The pipes grew quiet, which meant Portia had turned the water off. I returned the journal to where I had found it underneath a towel and quickly exited her room before I did something crazy. I then moved down the hall to my bedroom and made two calls and simply said, “Get over here or I’m killing her ass,” then went downstairs to wait.

Fifteen minutes later, I was down in the kitchen walking laps around the table with a butcher knife in my hand, still contemplating murder. Portia came bouncing down the stairs in shorts and a T-shirt, looking like any typical sixteen-year-old. “Mmmm, Mama, that smells good! Is it time to eat yet?”

I glanced over at her lying ass, wanting so badly to take that pot of hot spaghetti sauce and fling it at her head and burn the shit out of her. Hummph! And then we would be even, because Portia had burned me good with all her lies.

“Why don’t you set the table?” I suggested between gritted teeth.

She nodded obediently, then moved over to the counter and reached inside the cabinets. I watched her work, wondering how someone who looked so innocent could be so slick. A beautiful full-figured girl built like a woman since fifth grade. I had no idea until recently she knew how to use every last curve to get what she wanted.

“Set an extra plate. Your grandmother is coming over.” And she better hurry, because I don’t know how much longer before I snap.

“Mama, I’m so glad Ron doesn’t live here anymore. I really enjoy having you all to myself again.”

That’s because I kicked his ass out. Breathe, girl, breathe! She ain’t worth it. Ten, nine, eight, seven . . . I was seconds away from flinging that knife across the room when thank goodness the doorbell rang.

Portia dashed off to answer it. I took another deep breath, then pulled the garlic bread out of the oven. My mama entered wearing a worried look on her face. I placed a finger to my lips, halting any questions. “Let’s eat.”

We all took a seat, Mama to my right, Portia directly across from me. I waited until we were all eating before I broke the silence. “I decided to call the police.”

Portia’s eyes grew wide.

“For what?” Mama asked with concern.

I continued eating and didn’t even bother looking her way. My eyes were glued to my daughter’s face. “I’m filing charges against Ron for rape.”

Mama nodded in agreement. “About time! I told you you should have done that the second you found out. Hopefully it’s not too late.”

Portia reached for her Kool-Aid and took a sip.

Uh-uh, she wasn’t getting off that easy. “We probably won’t be able to go to court until the baby is born because they’re going to need DNA evidence. Once they have that and are able to prove the baby is Ron’s, it’s off to prison for the next twenty years.” My eyes got small and never left hers.

Portia squirmed uncomfortably on the seat. “Can’t we just leave it alone?”

“Why? I should have pressed charges against him the minute I found out, but instead I wanted to protect you.”

She lowered her head, trying to avoid eye contact.

Mama pointed her fork at her granddaughter. “Listen to your mama. What that man did was against the law.” She started shaking her head. “Lord knows I had a bad feeling about that thug living in this house. I just knew something bad would come out of this.”

“B-But I . . . I don’t want to have to face him in court,” Portia stuttered nervously.

I just bet you don’t. “You don’t have to. The lawyers can put a case together without you if they need to. As soon as we get done eating, we’re going down and file charges.”

Portia dropped her fork and started frantically shaking her head. “Mama, they won’t believe me . . . I know they won’t,” she insisted.

“Why is that?” I asked quickly.

“Because . . . Ron isn’t the only one I’ve slept with. There’s a chance this might be someone else’s baby.”

I couldn’t believe she was admitting what I had said all along—she was a slut. I wanted so badly to scratch her eyes out for lying. “Well, I guess that’s a chance we’ll have to take.”

“I don’t want to.” Portia sat back in her chair, arms crossed and lips poked out.

I raised my voice to ensure she knew who’s boss. “Since when do you have a choice? This is my house, and that was a grown man . . . my man you were sleeping with. I’m going to make him pay!” Damn, I should earn an Oscar for my performance.

“Why does it always have to be about you? What about me?”

I wanted so badly to knock her upside her head. “I’m not even about to get into it with you. We’re pressing charges as soon as your daddy gets here.”

Her face dropped. “My daddy? I’m not doing it!”

“Why is that?” Mama asked, clearly confused by what was going on. “Don’t you want to get the man who did this to you?”

A single tear ran down Portia’s face as she tried to appear innocent. “I’m scared of what he might do to me.”

“Since when? You weren’t scared before,” I replied with a rude snort. I was already sick of playing this charade.

Portia just pursed her lips together and looked away.

“Be nice, Danny,” Mama warned under her breath.

I don’t know what I was thinking when I asked her to come over, because no matter what I said, Mama was going to side with Portia. “I think the reason she doesn’t want to press charges is she’s lying and she knows that once we start the proceedings, the court is going to find out.”

“I’m not lying!” Portia insisted but didn’t bother to look up from the table.

“Oh really?” I said. “Hold that thought.” I quickly moved up the stairs and came back a few moments later with the journal in my hand. As soon as I stepped inside the kitchen, I tossed the book onto the table. “Now try again. Tell your grandmother why you don’t want to press charges.”

Mama looked from Portia to me and back to Portia. “Baby, what’s she talking about?”

Portia looked increasingly nervous. “I-I don’t know.”

“She’s lying, Mama! Ron didn’t rape her. It’s right there in that book. She had a crush on a twenty-two-year-old man and he wasn’t thinking about her hot ass so she lied to break us up.”

Mama couldn’t hide her disappointment. “Is that true?”

“No.” She finally looked up at me.

I could no longer hold back. I sprang from the chair, jumped across the table, and tried to grab my daughter by her neck, but Mama rose out of her seat in time to keep me back. “You better be glad you’re pregnant, because otherwise I would beat your mothafuckin’ ass!” I screamed.

Portia jumped from her chair and was in the corner, shaking and crying like someone had died. Tears weren’t going to save her this time.

“You need to pack yo shit and go home with your grandmother. You’re not welcome back in this house. As far as I’m concerned, you’re no longer my daughter.”

Mama gave me a light shove, then shook her head at my rude behavior. “Sweetheart. That is not the way to react to a situation like this. We can work this out, I know we can.”

“Mama, there is nothing to work out!”

“Young lady, don’t you take that tone with me.” Mama gave me that look that told me I wasn’t too big for her to still whup my ass. I pursed my lips and moved over near the sink.

She then started jumping in my shit about how I shouldn’t have been messing with a man twelve years younger than me in the first place and that I needed to try and be a better mother. God, I could feel a migraine coming on with a vengeance. All I wanted Mama to do was take Portia home with her so I could go and find Ron and make everything right in my life again.

I heard a knock at the door. Before either of them could move, I raced out and flung the door open to find my ex-husband, Alvin Patterson, standing there. He immediately moved into the house.

“What’s going on?” he asked, looking around frantically. “You called screaming and I couldn’t understand a word you were saying.”

“I’m putting your lying ass daughter out of my house.” I folded my arms across my chest and glared at Alvin waiting to see what he had to say.

“For what?”

My mother moved into the living room. “Hello, Alvin.”

His face brightened at the sight of her. He and Mama have always been close, even when I wished they weren’t.

“Why don’t we all have a seat and talk about this like adults?” Mama suggested.

“There is nothing else to talk about,” I replied with a defiant tilt of my chin.

Mama nudged me in the hip. “Yes, there is, now sit!”

I growled in protest but took a seat when it was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. Time was ticking. The only thing on my mind was going to find Ron and trying to work things out between us.

Alvin took a seat on my couch and rested his elbows on his knees. “Okay, I want to know what’s going on. Where’s Portia?”

“Probably still in the kitchen crying,” I replied with a snort.

Puzzled, he looked from Mama back to me. “Why? What’s going on?”

Mama intervened. “I sent her up to her room.”

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Alvin repeated.

“She lied. All this time she’d been lying, claiming that she was pregnant by my man.”

“What! Pregnant by your man?” He shot out the chair. “I thought she was pregnant by some little boy at school.”

“She is, but she lied and said it was Ron!”

Alvin shook his head with disbelief, then looked over at me like it was all my fault. I can’t help it if he’s having a hard time accepting that Portia is no longer his little girl. Maybe this will help bring him out of la-la land. “How do you know she’s lying?”

I wanted so badly to hit him. What in the world did I ever see in him? “Because I read her journal.”

“Read her journal?” He took a step toward me and gave a strangled laugh. “You’re putting her out because of something she wrote in a journal.” Alvin shook his head and looked as if he wanted to say something else and would have if my mother hadn’t been sitting there. “I’m going to go and talk to my daughter.” He took the stairs two at a time and I heard him knock on her door.

“This has gotten out of hand,” Mama said, trying to sound calm, but I could tell she was not happy. Well, too damn bad.

“No, the only thing out of hand is my daughter, and I don’t want to deal with it anymore.”

“Danielle, you can’t keep turning your back on your daughter.”

“Mama, I love Ron more than I’ve ever loved a man.”

“And you’ll probably love a handful more. What’s wrong with Calvin? He seems like a wonderful man.”

Just the mention of Calvin Cambridge caused me to sigh with despair. “He is a nice guy, but he’s just not Ron.” I hated that I was going to have to break Calvin’s heart. We’d only been dating a few weeks, but I was going to get Ron back. I felt a flutter at the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t wait to see him.

Mama snorted rudely, then rolled her eyes. “Ron is history. And it’s probably for the best.”

“The best for who? Definitely not me.” I rose and moved into the kitchen to start cleaning up. As soon as Alvin finished talking to his daughter, I was putting everybody out of my house and going to find Ron and make everything right.

“Danielle, you need to go upstairs with Alvin and talk to your daughter.”

I pursed my lips and tried my best to keep my temper. Mama hadn’t even been here an hour and already gotten on my last nerve. “Mama, I really would appreciate it if you would stay out of this. This is between me and Portia.”

“Then why did you call me over here? Huh? That’s what I want to know.” She planted her hands at her hips and started tapping her foot.

I groaned inwardly. “Because I know I would have killed her if you weren’t here.”

She kept trying to reason with me, but I wasn’t having it. I wanted them all out of my house so I could leave.

Mama shook her head. I know she didn’t agree with the way I raised my child. Too bad. I never wanted my daughter to turn out like me and my siblings. A bunch of spoiled brats. We grew up in a middle-class family, and Kendall, Constance, and I got everything we wanted with a pout and a few tears. Portia acted the exact same way, which was why she had my parents wrapped around her little finger. As a little girl, I had thought the behavior cute, but over the years I learned that my child was a manipulator, and I’ve done everything in my power to nip that shit in the bud.

“Since you’re not listening, I guess I’ll go upstairs with Alvin.”

“Mama!” I cried, halting her from moving upstairs and making the whole matter even worse than it already was. As soon as she saw those tears, she’d start taking up for Portia’s lying ass, and I wasn’t having it. “Go home.”

“What?” she cried, shocked.

“I said, go home. Let me and Alvin handle this.”

She released a heavy sigh. “Fine. I got sense enough to know when I’m not wanted.”

I watched her leave, then took a seat and waited for Alvin to come down the stairs. It was another thirty minutes before he came with his hands tucked in his dark dress slacks. Part of his uppity attire. He was too good to simply wear jeans. When we were together that’s all he owned. Portia followed, came halfway down the stairs, and took a seat.

“Well?” I asked impatiently. “So how are we going to handle this situation?”

Alvin started popping his knuckles. He knows I hate when he does that. “I need a moment to get my temper in control, because after what my daughter just told me, I’m ready to go to jail.”

“Jail?” I barked as I glanced over at the smirk that she quickly shut down. “I told you before you went up the stairs that girl is lying.”

“And you heard what she said. She isn’t lying.”

Portia dropped her head.

“She’s lying. That’s all your daughter knows how to do is lie.”

Alvin was so angry, he was shooting venom. “Face it. Your man messed with my daughter and I’m going to have his thug ass arrested.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Portia, honey, go get your things. You’re going home with me.”

Obediently, she moved up the stairs.

Uh-uh, no, he didn’t just come in and make my ass look like I’m the one to blame. I sprang from the chair. “Make sure you take all your shit, because you ain’t coming back here!”

Alvin stood there and rocked on the back of his heels. “You sound like a fool.”

“No, you’re the fool believing your daughter, but then she gets it honest so that explains it all.”

“That’s the reason why we’re not still together.”

“We’re not together because I left your sorry ass.” I put my fingers in his face and he had the nerve to laugh at me.

“I blame you for our daughter being pregnant.”

“What! How is her spreading her legs with some nappy-headed boy my fault?”

“If you were giving her the guidance she needed instead of chasing after all those young thugs, none of this would have ever happened.”

I started laughing because I was so angry and because he sounded crazy as hell. “Go right ahead and press charges against Ron, and I’m going to let the entire world know what kind of tramp your daughter is.”

“Yes, well . . . and I’ll let the world know that if you weren’t so busy dating men half your age, this would never have happened in the first place.”

“No, if she’d kept her legs closed then none of this would have happened.” I was too through with him. “Listen, I don’t have time to be arguing with you. I’ve got something to do.” I turned on my heels, grabbed my keys and my purse from the living room.

“Where you going, to find that nigga?”

I pierced him with an icy look. “Don’t worry about me. Just take your daughter and be out of my house by the time I get back.”

I hurried to my Durango, then peeled out of the parking lot and immediately put the car in drive. My cell phone rang and I looked down to see it was Mama. I didn’t feel like hearing her mouth because for once in my life, I knew what I was doing. I loved Ron and he was my man and from now on, he had to come first.

I just don’t know how I could have been so stupid. Something in my gut had told me my daughter, who had a habit of crying wolf, wasn’t telling the truth, but no, I listened to my friends and did the motherly thing and believed my daughter’s word, even though deep down I knew something wasn’t right. Even after Ron pleaded his innocence.

See, my daughter had been a problem since she started high school. Meeting men over the Internet. Running away, accusing a college student of raping her. Portia had been out of control. And when she accused Ron of seducing her, I believed he fathered her child no matter how much it hurt me, because it was the right thing to do. What a fool I was.

As I drove, I thought about the last several weeks and had to blame my boo as well. Damn you, Ron! If he had told me months ago that Portia had walked in on him coming out of the shower, then I would have known how Portia knew he was uncircumcised. Instead, everything had spiraled out of my control and left me with no choice but to believe my daughter. What mother wouldn’t? I know several hos that put their men before their kids. I know of a girl in Portia’s class who had tried to tell her mother her stepfather had been sexually abusing her, but her mother refused to believe her and kicked her out onto the streets. Two days later, the girl hanged herself. It had been all over the news. And that was why I had chosen to believe Portia.

Angry tears streamed down my face as I made a right at the corner and then a left.

I met Ron about two and a half years ago. Shop & Save was running a sale on ground chuck and there wasn’t any left in the bin. I rang the bell for the meat department and Ron came out. My tongue was hanging out of my mouth. He was fine as all get-out. Tall, dark, sexy, and a white-toothed smile dripping with charisma. After he brought out a family pack of meat, he asked for my number. That night he called, and by Friday, we’d gone out on our first date. It never bothered me that I was twelve years his senior. Hell, I’d dated men younger than that before. Cornrows braided straight back, jeans hanging off their butts, long white T-shirts and Timberland boots—there wasn’t anything sexier. I didn’t know why I was attracted to those types of men. It wasn’t that I liked young dudes. I just had a thing for thugs, preferably one with a job. As an LPN, I could have dated and probably married a doctor by now. Instead I wanted a man like Ron in my life and I was going to do whatever it took to get him back.

“He’s gonna forgive me. He’s gonna forgive me.” I chanted that over and over as I drove, and by the time I made it into town, I was sure that he would listen to what I said. After all, Ron loved me as much as I loved him. We’ve split up before but always managed to work it out. A smile curled my lips. Yes, everything was going to be okay, I was certain of it. We had been together two years strong before Portia fucked everything up.

It didn’t matter what anyone said. Ron was one helluva man. My man. Maybe he didn’t have a legit job and was forever in court for one thing after another. None of that mattered. I loved him and if, correction, when I got him back I’d stand by my man and tell all them haters to kiss my ass. I’m serious, there was just too much time invested in our relationship to just walk away. And that wasn’t happening.

As I headed east on Providence Road, I started planning the rest of the evening. We definitely needed an entire night of make-up sex. Hopefully, he would just pack his bag and come back home. Hmmm. I would have to remember to drop by the store on my way home. Ron loves getting up in the middle of the night looking for Twinkies. What my man wanted, my man would get. I even planned to take off tomorrow so we could sleep late and then spend the entire day and night together.

I started smiling and was shaking with excitement as I neared my destination. I was finally going to get Ron back, and this time I wasn’t going to let him go.

I pulled up in front of his mother’s place in the hood and cursed under my breath when I saw his sister Ursula’s raggedy Honda in front of the house. Damn, that skank always did something to piss me off. I felt like pulling off and coming back another time. The only thing stopping me was that I needed to say what I needed to say to Ron as soon as possible so he could start packing his shit and head on home with me. Yep. It was going to take a lot more than Ursula’s big mouth to stand in my way.

I climbed out of my SUV, moved past the unkempt yard littered with beer cans, and knocked on a screen door that was hanging off the hinges. As soon as Ursula swung open the door and saw me, she turned up her nose.

“Uh-uh. No, yo skinny ass didn’t just knock on my mama’s door!” she snarled.

I rolled my eyes at her. She got a lot of nerve talking about someone with her big forehead. “Where’s Ron?”

Ursula posted her wide ass in the door. She wore a size twenty and was at least four inches shorter than me. “What the hell you need Ron for?”

“ ’Cause I need to talk to him, that’s why.”

She rolled her neck as she spoke. “My brother ain’t got shit to say to you.”

“Ursula, this doesn’t have anything to do wit you. This is between me and yo brother.”

“Guess what? I’m making it my business.” She propped her hand on her waist. “Mama!”

A few seconds later I heard someone dragging their feet across the floor.

“What’s all that noise on my goddamn porch?” Nita said as she moved to the door. Sponge rollers in her hair. Dingy-looking housecoat and raggedy house shoes she wore every day, even to the grocery store. As soon as Nita spotted me standing on her porch, she bunched up her squinty eyes. “What yo boney ass want?”

“Nita, I came to talk to Ron.”

“You got a lot of nerve showing up here. He don’t wanna talk to you.”

I glared at one and then the other. “I don’t have time to be fooling with either of yo ghetto asses. I came to speak to Ron!”

“Bitch, don’t be on my porch yelling!” his sister screamed.

I noticed the neighbors next door had come out of their house and were standing on the porch listening to the exchange. At least there would be witnesses if anything was about to go down. “Go get yo brother and I won’t have to scream.”

Ursula made a show of pulling off her jewelry. “Mama. You would want and go get the Vaseline.”

I took a step closer and she took a step back. I laughed. Ursula couldn’t fight and knew it. Hell, everyone knew it after she got her ass beat down by the woman her baby’s daddy was now living with.

Ursula and I started shouting in each other’s face. Nita got a big kick out of the whole thing and moved out onto the porch, took a seat, and lit up a joint. By the time I had my fist balled up and was ready to take a swing, Ron came to see what all the commotion was about. His right arm was in a sling and his face looked like meatloaf.

“Can we talk?” I said between breaths.

He didn’t answer, just opened the screen door and stepped out on the porch. Tears burned at the backs of my eyes. Damn! My brother Kee had done a number on him.

Only seconds after Portia told him Ron had raped her, Kee tracked Ron down in Church’s Chicken parking lot, yanked him out of his car, then beat him down with a crowbar. Rumor had it that Ron had been in a coma for three days.

“Can I please talk to you in private?” I asked. I was trying not to smile but was so glad to see him. I wished what happened to him never happened, but I had every intention of making it up to him as soon as we got home. Hmmm, maybe I’ll grill us some steaks.

Ron moved out toward the curb, then turned and lit a cigarette. “All right, talk.”

I glanced over at the porch where his mother and sister were both watching. I glared at them, then turned back toward him. “Can we go somewhere more private?”

“Nope,” he answered as he took a puff. “You either tell me whassup or I’m out.”

Damn, he wasn’t making this easy for me, was he? I turned so my back was facing them. “I know you’re not the father of Portia’s baby.”

Ron tossed a fist in the air so fast, I jumped back, afraid he was trying to swing at me. “I told you from the get-go I ain’t touched that girl!”

“I know, I know, and I’m soooo sorry I didn’t believe you.”

“Are you sorry for yo brother and his boys jumping my ass? That’s what I want to know.” He glared at me.

“Yes, I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.”

He took another puff. “So . . . if I held you down while my cousin Twin came over and whupped yo ass, we’d be even, right?”

Hell nah! His cousin just got out of jail for attempted murder and was crazy as hell. I glanced over my shoulder at his people and rolled my eyes. “Listen, I’m trying to apologize.”

Ron leaned forward and the muscle at his jaw twitched the way it did anytime he was pissed off. “And what’s that supposed to solve? You and I were trying to do the damn thang, but you wanted to believe that trick over me even when I swore to you on my daddy’s grave I ain’t touched her mothafuckin’ ass.” It was quite evident in his face that he couldn’t stand Portia.

“She is my daughter.”

“And I was your man.”

I smiled, then put on my seductive voice. “And as far as I’m concerned you’re still my man. What can I do to make it up to you, boo?” Even beat up he was fine as hell. I was ready to beg if I had to.

“You betta not forgive her!” Ursula yelled from the porch as she passed the joint back to her mama. I glared at her and wanted so badly to pick up a brick and toss it at her wide forehead. “What you looking at?” she asked.

“You, bitch! Now what?” While I waited for her to respond, I watched a yellow Mustang pull up in front of Nita’s place.

Ron leaned over and gave me the look that I loved so much. “I need to know how sorry you really is.”

I returned my attention to him and took a step forward so our thighs brushed. Damn, he smelled good. “Boo-boo, I’m very, very sorry.”

“You are? Well, check this out. You know what I want you to do?” He leaned in closer. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn he was going to kiss me.

“What, boo?” I asked while licking my lips.

Before I saw it coming, Ron cleared his throat and sent a big wad of spit that landed on my cheek. “You can get the fuck out of my face! That’s what you can do. You lucky I don’t hit women, ’cause I feel like stompin’ yo ass.”

“Hell naw!” Ursula shrieked.

It was then that a woman with long blond locks climbed out of the Mustang, chuckling like a hyena. “Baby, you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Ron tossed out his cigarette butt, then turned on the heels of his white sneakers and hopped into the car.

Spit slid down my cheek onto the concrete. Ursula and Nita screamed with hysterical laughter. The neighbors joined in. I was so embarrassed I climbed into my Durango without saying a word and headed home to find it empty.