When she finally did get the door opened, she looked like a hot mess, hair all over the place. And if it wasn’t bad enough that she had that man wearing my husband’s robe, she had the nerve to be wearing mine.
“Take my goddamn robe off!” If my expression didn’t tell her how serious I was, my two clenched fists must have, because within seconds, she was standing there half naked, handing me my robe.
“I can explain.” I could hear the sincerity in her voice, but then again, she always sounded sincere when her back was upagainst a wall. It wasn’t going to work this time, though. I was done.
“Explain what? What the fuck you going to explain? How you disrespected me? How you took my kindness for weakness? What the hell was you thinking about, bringing that motherfucker in my house, desecrating my bed?” I was so mad that I was nauseated.
“I’m sorry,” Isis muttered, looking down. “Things got a little out of hand, but I was gonna clean up before you got back. You told me you were coming home Sunday.”
“Oh, so you guys were gonna play house all weekend at our expense? I can’t believe you did this shit. The least you could do was have a decent man in my house. Isn’t he still married?”
“He don’t love her.”
“And he loves you?” I almost laughed.
She nodded pathetically. “Mmm-hmm, he sure does.”
“Then why doesn’t he leave his wife for you?” She didn’t have shit to say about that. “We trusted you, Isis.”
“I said I was sorry. What else do you want me to say?” She turned away from me. I spun her back around so that she was facing me.
“Sorry ain’t good enough this time. I can’t keep babysitting you. I want you out of my house by Friday.”
“Huh?” She looked at me like I was betraying her by finally putting my foot down. I’d let her get away with too much for too long. Clearly she wasn’t ready to act like a responsible adult. “You can’t do this. Where am I gonna go?”
“Call Tony. If he’s so in love with you, I’m sure he’ll get you a spot, ‘cause he just fucked you out of a place to stay.” I didn’t realize it, but I was so upset I had tears in my eyes. I hated what I was doing to my sister, but it was for her own good and mine. I knew she didn’t have any place to go, unless by some miracle that idiot Tony came through for her, which I seriously doubted. From her reply, I don’t think she had much faith in him either.
“Give me another chance, Egypt,” Isis pleaded. “I won’t mess up again. I swear. The only place I got to go is Mommy and Daddy’s.”
“You should have thought of that before you disrespected myhouse. I want you out by Friday. And I’m not going to change my mind.”
With that, I turned and left, almost blinded by my own tears. In a rage, I went to my room and changed the sheets. I picked up the room and blotted the carpet, hoping Rashad didn’t see the mess. He was already acting weird. In fact, he had been so quiet since we left Tammy and Tim’s house that he was scaring me. Lord, could things get any worse?
Loraine
13
I was sitting in front of Michael Richards, quite possibly one of the most handsome men I’d ever met. Only this wasn’t the first time we’d met, and he sure didn’t look like the same kid I’d known since he was four years old and his family moved down the street from us.
I knew Michael had had a crush on me when we were younger, but he was my best friend’s little brother. When I was a senior, he was only a freshman, so he was just a silly little kid to me. Oh, I was nice to him, and I got on the older boys when they teased him or called him Fat Mike, but I never once thought of him in a romantic way. Besides, I had my pick of guys in high school, and Mike wasn’t the kind of guy who would have gotten a second look from me, even if he was my age. Not to sound conceited, but back then, who didn’t have a crush on me? I was a big girl, but I had a nice shape, and guys used
“Take my goddamn robe off!” If my expression didn’t tell her how serious I was, my two clenched fists must have, because within seconds, she was standing there half naked, handing me my robe.
“I can explain.” I could hear the sincerity in her voice, but then again, she always sounded sincere when her back was upagainst a wall. It wasn’t going to work this time, though. I was done.
“Explain what? What the fuck you going to explain? How you disrespected me? How you took my kindness for weakness? What the hell was you thinking about, bringing that motherfucker in my house, desecrating my bed?” I was so mad that I was nauseated.
“I’m sorry,” Isis muttered, looking down. “Things got a little out of hand, but I was gonna clean up before you got back. You told me you were coming home Sunday.”
“Oh, so you guys were gonna play house all weekend at our expense? I can’t believe you did this shit. The least you could do was have a decent man in my house. Isn’t he still married?”
“He don’t love her.”
“And he loves you?” I almost laughed.
She nodded pathetically. “Mmm-hmm, he sure does.”
“Then why doesn’t he leave his wife for you?” She didn’t have shit to say about that. “We trusted you, Isis.”
“I said I was sorry. What else do you want me to say?” She turned away from me. I spun her back around so that she was facing me.
“Sorry ain’t good enough this time. I can’t keep babysitting you. I want you out of my house by Friday.”
“Huh?” She looked at me like I was betraying her by finally putting my foot down. I’d let her get away with too much for too long. Clearly she wasn’t ready to act like a responsible adult. “You can’t do this. Where am I gonna go?”
“Call Tony. If he’s so in love with you, I’m sure he’ll get you a spot, ‘cause he just fucked you out of a place to stay.” I didn’t realize it, but I was so upset I had tears in my eyes. I hated what I was doing to my sister, but it was for her own good and mine. I knew she didn’t have any place to go, unless by some miracle that idiot Tony came through for her, which I seriously doubted. From her reply, I don’t think she had much faith in him either.
“Give me another chance, Egypt,” Isis pleaded. “I won’t mess up again. I swear. The only place I got to go is Mommy and Daddy’s.”
“You should have thought of that before you disrespected myhouse. I want you out by Friday. And I’m not going to change my mind.”
With that, I turned and left, almost blinded by my own tears. In a rage, I went to my room and changed the sheets. I picked up the room and blotted the carpet, hoping Rashad didn’t see the mess. He was already acting weird. In fact, he had been so quiet since we left Tammy and Tim’s house that he was scaring me. Lord, could things get any worse?
Loraine
13
I was sitting in front of Michael Richards, quite possibly one of the most handsome men I’d ever met. Only this wasn’t the first time we’d met, and he sure didn’t look like the same kid I’d known since he was four years old and his family moved down the street from us.
I knew Michael had had a crush on me when we were younger, but he was my best friend’s little brother. When I was a senior, he was only a freshman, so he was just a silly little kid to me. Oh, I was nice to him, and I got on the older boys when they teased him or called him Fat Mike, but I never once thought of him in a romantic way. Besides, I had my pick of guys in high school, and Mike wasn’t the kind of guy who would have gotten a second look from me, even if he was my age. Not to sound conceited, but back then, who didn’t have a crush on me? I was a big girl, but I had a nice shape, and guys used
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