That makes me laugh harder, ‘cause he dead serious. “Aight nigga. Gimme thirty.”
“Make it twenty. I miss yo rock head ass.” He hangs up and I stop squeezing my steering wheel.
With one more look, I put the custody papers and pill bottle in my glove compartment and make my way to my bro’s house.
“Can you even see your feet, sis?”
Brina, Set, and I are in their theater room watching some medical show with too many seasons.
Set did his shit with that jambalaya, and both of us were too tired to really play, so we let her rope us into watching this, since he knows I’m not trying to watch that fucking reality tv show he’s lowkey obsessed with.
She’s all stomach now, so big her t-shirts don’t go over it, so it’s bunched up at the top. Set’s got a hand palming the side of it as he’s stretched out next to her, and I’m stretched on the other side.
She cuts her eyes to me. “I’ll be sure to inform your nieces or nephews that their Uncle Shad called their mother a fat ass bitch.”
“Nah, she can’t see her feet. But that’s aight because I can see ‘em.”
“Casey, he just called me a walrus.”
I laugh in her face, which makes her sensitive ass tear up.
“You so extra. I just wanted to know… you think you got that big because you carrying two? Patience ain’t really get that big.”
Set palms his face with his messed up hand and bucks his eyes at me, but I genuinely want to know.
Brina pauses the tv and rearranges herself on the modular sofa, so that she’s facing me. When she folds her arms, Set’s other hand goes right back to her bump, like he’s gotta be connected to her.
“Why are you all of a sudden interested in the female anatomy? Sahara finally trapped yo ass?” She narrows her eyes at me, but I wave her off.
“I quit her ass this afternoon actually. You know she tried to get me to be on that dumb ass show?”
“Theyarefilming a new season right now… ah shit, I know Ronnie gone get in that ass fasho.” Set cuts his eyes to me and smirks. “Nah mama, he asking because he tryna see ‘bout Macy.Kenton Teacaught his ass leaving a lamaze class with her the other day.”
Brina’s dramatic ass gasps. “Shaddy!”
I cut my eyes at my dumb ass brother before lifting my gaze to my self-proclaimed best friend. “Macy’s cool peoples. She needed a partner so I went, that’s it.”
She deflates and clutches her chest. “Oh, thank God.”
At my furrowed brows, she licks her lips and scratches her scalp. “I love Mace. She’s a sweet girl. But she’s too much for you.”
“What’s that mean?” Now I fold my arms. Ain’t no female too much for Shotta, suicidal or not.
“That means, Mace is crazy as fuck, Dub. You know she shot her baby daddy? Nut feels like gossipping with yo ass gone set you off, so now I gotta hear all about how she off her rocker, and apparently got a legion of niggas ready to be stepdaddy–”
“She’s not a ho,” Brina cuts her eyes to Set, “but she’s… just not into commitment.”
“Neither am I, B.”
“That’s different. Sahara just isn’t for you. Mace actuallyavoidscommitment. For good reason. You heard Casey; sheshotthe father of her child.”
Shit, prolly for good reason.
Macy feels like because she hasn’t told me his name, that I don’t know she had a six-month affair with Dr. Daniel Enoch; Patience’s mentor, and very married. My program’s been gathering all the intel in the cloud I can on his ass.
Damn, I’m kinda glad I didn’t end it all. I have shit to do on my to do list still.
I shrug. “He ain’t die. I mean, we just friends, but the shit you saying not deterring me, if Iwason that.”
