“So Sunday, huh? Beautiful name,” Demetrius says as he scans the room for Ginger and lays eyes on … Winnie. He breaks out into a wider smile. “Ah … there she is.”
“I advise you,” I hear Jacob say from across the room, “to get the fuck out.”
Nothing but silence fills the room as dozens of eyes bounce off of each other. Jacob’s a loose cannon, please don’t get him started.
And here we are:
Jacob’s glaring at Demetrius.
Demetrius is smiling at Jacob.
Marlon’s grinning at Jacob.
Nat’s eyeing Marlon.
Jon’s focused on me.
Matt’s looking between all of us.
“Funny,” Jon says suddenly, self-righteousness etched in his voice. “They’ll take another man’s wife but we can’t even look at theirs.” Rule One: Smile. I give it my best shot. Perfect. I’ve been waiting for another go-round with this muthafucka. Good job, Jon. Marlon is obviously too bashful to get this shit started.
No man could tolerate his woman fucking around on him for years with another man. No man could tolerate his wife being away from home for nearly a month. Men grow angry. Jealous. Suspicious. I’ve been waiting for Marlon’s retribution, his passive-aggressive method of combat. So Nat and I have been keeping an eye on him.
Rule One: Smile.
Rule Two: Control your emotions.
Rule Three: Be Nice.
Rule Four: Be prepared.
And so, last Tuesday, Nat and I followed Marlon to the Starbucks on Tremont Street.
“Yeah,” Nat said as we watched Marlon and Demetrius talking over coffee. “He’s declaring war.”
“Yeah,” I said with a smile. “That he is.”
The End
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