by Tanya Cole
“Nah, I’m good. Get me some croissants and fried mushrooms.”
“Aight . Love.”
I wobble to the restroom, take care of my business, and start to wash my hands when the door opens. Tiny walks in ,
“Tray , I never got a chance to tell that I’m sorry.”
“You sorry. A sorry ass bitch.”
‘Look , there’s nothing going on with me and Jaylin . He just helping me with Jayla. No more . No less. He even making me use my Section8 voucher to pay you rent.”
“Fo real? He didn’t say anything about that.”
“Look I’m not trying to start no trouble. He really has changed. And he only wants you.”
“Well , why is he spending the night at the room with you?”
“Nah, he stays at the room with Jayla. I’m working two jobs to get some furniture and a car for my kids. I got to show my mom that I’m stable enough for them to come back home.”
“So ya’ll ain’t fucking?”
“Nope, not since Dixie Homes.”
“Oh , okay .Apology accepted. I hope . No, I pray that you get your kids back.”
“Me too. Let me get back to this money.”
She walks out the door and I feel like shit .I’ve started back fucking with Teddy Bear on some get back shit . Now, I’ve really fucked up .
When I get to the table , my food is there. I look at Teddy Bear in his eyes, but before I could speak my phone buzzed letting me know I have a new text message.
“You have a deposit of $2982.32 to your account.”
Shit. Tiny wasn’t lying.
Nia
For once in my life, everything is going good. Miguel is once again going to be mine. So, instead of sitting back waiting on the party to start – I’m going to have some fun. I’m fresh as hell in my blue jean pantsuit , my blue MK purse , and matching heels. I just left the beauty shop . Now, I’m on my way to J’Adore to drop in on Mrs. Ki Santos. It’s about time that she meets me.
Miguel just purchased my smoky, gray 2015 Range Rover and I’m feeling too good. I pull up to her spot in Downtown Memphis. I have to admit this cheap ass trick got it going on. This boutique has major swag. When I walk in the door, I’m eye-balling at least four outfits I want.
“Hello, welcome to J’Adore. I’m Trista. Would you like some coffee, tea, water, or cappuccino?
“Yes . What type of water do you have?”
“Um, Voss, Dasani, Aquafina, and Fiji.” Trista says.
“Okay . Fiji. That outfit is banging girl. Is it here?”
“Yes. It is a Ki original. She’s so bad with the threads.”
I’m gaining so much respect for her now, but hey it’s not going to stop me from doing what I came to do.
“Okay, let me get that jumpsuit in black.” I say as I grab four dresses, two skirts, three blouses, three jumpsuits, three pair of jeans, two pair of jean overalls, and two jean miniskirts.
I got so lost in fashion that I forgot about my mission.
Ki walks in with Tracy . She stops when she sees me.
“Nia Lang. Girl, how you been doing?” Tracy says as we hug.
“I’m good.”
“Hi, I’m Ki. I see you’ve fell in love with J’Adore. Thank you.”
“No, thank you. I love this place. I’ll ask
Miguel if you can keep it when the divorce is final.”
“Wayment. What?” Ki says.
I reach into my Michael Kors bag and hand her the divorce papers.
“Miguel and I are high school sweethearts but you know that. And now I’m back . So, did you have fun?”
“Where’s Miguel?” Ki asks with tears in her eyes.
“He’s leaving the bank with your money , his money, and my money. But I dropped a cool $3500 in your shop . See you later lil ghetto bird.”
“Nia- when I drop this baby. I’m going to beat your ass.” Tracy says calmly as she holds Ki’s hand.
“Oh Tracy. Still trying to fight. No need. It’s not going to stop what’s going on. Oh, and tell Jovian Miguel says he can have you back.”
I walk out the door and jump in my Range Rover. I have not an ounce of sympathy for that bitch.
To be continued….
Tanya Cole resides in Memphis, TN. where she was born and raised. She has won several Editor’s choice awards for her unique style of Creative Writing and Poetry. She is the proud mother of four children.