“Aw, hell. I might as well tell you since I might need you to cover for me one of these days.” A pause and then, “I’ve got a new boo.”
“What?”
“A tenderoni girl, with a big, thick black dick that he knows how to use!”
“Frieda!” Hope jumped off the bar chair where she’d been lounging. “Tell me you’re not serious.”
“As serious as a blod clot on its way to the brain.”
“Frieda, Gabriel is a good guy, a wonderful man. He’s the man supporting your lavish lifestyle, the father of your child!”
“Maybe .. .”
“What?” Hope’s voice went from a low G to a high C in no time flat. “Okay, I know you’re joking but girl, that’s not funny.” Silence. “You are joking, right?” Before Frieda answered, Hope’s phone beeped, indicating an incoming call. “Don’t hang up,” she warned Frieda before switching over. “Hello?”
“Hey, girl.”
“Stacy! Hold on a minute, Frieda’s on the other line talking crazy. Let me do a three-way.”
“Okay.”
Hope clicked back to the other call. “Frieda, you there? It’s Stacy. I’m going to click her into the mix. Frieda? Cuz, you there?”
Cuz wasn’t there. Cuz had dropped two bombs and then left the building.
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