of her culture. I just wish somebody would teach her that black folks needed space.
“ Sushi, I’ll be back.”
“ No…please…please…I go. We have girl fun,” she said, grabbing my arm. She grinned so hard, I didn’t have the heart to hurt her feelings.
“ Umm…here you go,” Ms. Dottie said, interrupting us.
As soon as I looked at the pink slip of paper, I knew exactly what it was. However, my eyes almost popped out of my head when I looked at the $350.00 fine.
“ Ms. Dottie, it wasn’t even my fault. Cat started it,” I pleaded.
She looked at me like I was crazy. “I don’t care who started it. We don’t tolerate that ghetto shit up in Daddy’s House, so like I said earlier, I suggest you find something else to do with your time when you’re not on your back. Moving right along,” she said, before checking something off on her clipboard then walked away.
“ I’m never gonna make any money in this house,” I said, before balling up the pink slip of paper and throwing it across the room.
“ Oh, don’t worry, you make lots,” Sushi replied, with a huge smile.
I didn’t know how I was gonna explain to Tracey that I’d brought an Asian chick along for our lunch date, and a poorly dressed one at that. I started to tell Sushi that she had to change out of that skin-tight leopard leotard before we left, but I laid low. I had already had enough controversy for one day.
***
Within an hour, me and Sushi had caught one cab, and several trains to all my old shopping spots. I hadn’t shopped in the city in years, but managed to find all the fly shit with the little bit of money I had. My expensive taste in clothes had been somewhat tamed over the last year, but it was still there, just buried deep inside. I wanted badly to rock Chanel, Prada, and my favorite, Christian Dior. Instead, I got the next best thing. I got two pair of jeans from a boutique in Soho, which looked like they cost a mint. I also picked up a few jazzy shirts that had an expensive appearance.
I was starting to feel like the old Candice again. I walked from store front to store front window shopping like I was living a normal life again. Every now and then, a loud noise would spark my attention, and a Crown Vic passing by would scare the shit outta me and take me back to reality. A reality that told me that I could never get too comfortable. I was already on edge hoping that whoever was after me back in Jersey would never find me in Long Island. My new residence seemed to be pretty safe. The minute we passed a Sunglass Hut, I smiled. I had to go in. The pair of Christian Dior shades in the window had my name all over them. Me and Sushi went inside, and ten minutes later, I came out rockin’ a pair of $320.00 shades.
After looking in a few more stores, it was close to noon, so we headed to the restaurant to meet Tracey. When we got there, the lengthy line had me heated. Seconds later, Tracey pulled up with Luke, and hopped out of the car like a celebrity walking the red carpet. Luke just shot me a fake wave, like he wasn’t interested in my well being anymore, and scurried off on two wheels.
Tracey switched to the front door, whispered something in the guy’s ear, who was obviously in charge of the waiting list for the restaurant, and within two short minutes, we were next to be seated. She nodded to me in the line proudly, until she realized Sushi was with me.
“ Who the fuck is this?” Tracey asked.
“ Oh, this is Sushi. She lives with me at the house. She’s mad cool.” I smiled.
“ Bitch, we link up, and you bring some hooker wit’ you? With a fuckin’ nose ring. You don’ lost yo’ damn mind.”
Sushi never said a word, but her expression said it all. She wasn’t about to get buck with Tracey, who was looking crazy with a fake leopard print fur shawl thrown across her shoulder, and black thigh high patent leather boots to match.
“ We got some juicy shit to talk ‘bout. I’on think we need no
“ Sushi, I’ll be back.”
“ No…please…please…I go. We have girl fun,” she said, grabbing my arm. She grinned so hard, I didn’t have the heart to hurt her feelings.
“ Umm…here you go,” Ms. Dottie said, interrupting us.
As soon as I looked at the pink slip of paper, I knew exactly what it was. However, my eyes almost popped out of my head when I looked at the $350.00 fine.
“ Ms. Dottie, it wasn’t even my fault. Cat started it,” I pleaded.
She looked at me like I was crazy. “I don’t care who started it. We don’t tolerate that ghetto shit up in Daddy’s House, so like I said earlier, I suggest you find something else to do with your time when you’re not on your back. Moving right along,” she said, before checking something off on her clipboard then walked away.
“ I’m never gonna make any money in this house,” I said, before balling up the pink slip of paper and throwing it across the room.
“ Oh, don’t worry, you make lots,” Sushi replied, with a huge smile.
I didn’t know how I was gonna explain to Tracey that I’d brought an Asian chick along for our lunch date, and a poorly dressed one at that. I started to tell Sushi that she had to change out of that skin-tight leopard leotard before we left, but I laid low. I had already had enough controversy for one day.
***
Within an hour, me and Sushi had caught one cab, and several trains to all my old shopping spots. I hadn’t shopped in the city in years, but managed to find all the fly shit with the little bit of money I had. My expensive taste in clothes had been somewhat tamed over the last year, but it was still there, just buried deep inside. I wanted badly to rock Chanel, Prada, and my favorite, Christian Dior. Instead, I got the next best thing. I got two pair of jeans from a boutique in Soho, which looked like they cost a mint. I also picked up a few jazzy shirts that had an expensive appearance.
I was starting to feel like the old Candice again. I walked from store front to store front window shopping like I was living a normal life again. Every now and then, a loud noise would spark my attention, and a Crown Vic passing by would scare the shit outta me and take me back to reality. A reality that told me that I could never get too comfortable. I was already on edge hoping that whoever was after me back in Jersey would never find me in Long Island. My new residence seemed to be pretty safe. The minute we passed a Sunglass Hut, I smiled. I had to go in. The pair of Christian Dior shades in the window had my name all over them. Me and Sushi went inside, and ten minutes later, I came out rockin’ a pair of $320.00 shades.
After looking in a few more stores, it was close to noon, so we headed to the restaurant to meet Tracey. When we got there, the lengthy line had me heated. Seconds later, Tracey pulled up with Luke, and hopped out of the car like a celebrity walking the red carpet. Luke just shot me a fake wave, like he wasn’t interested in my well being anymore, and scurried off on two wheels.
Tracey switched to the front door, whispered something in the guy’s ear, who was obviously in charge of the waiting list for the restaurant, and within two short minutes, we were next to be seated. She nodded to me in the line proudly, until she realized Sushi was with me.
“ Who the fuck is this?” Tracey asked.
“ Oh, this is Sushi. She lives with me at the house. She’s mad cool.” I smiled.
“ Bitch, we link up, and you bring some hooker wit’ you? With a fuckin’ nose ring. You don’ lost yo’ damn mind.”
Sushi never said a word, but her expression said it all. She wasn’t about to get buck with Tracey, who was looking crazy with a fake leopard print fur shawl thrown across her shoulder, and black thigh high patent leather boots to match.
“ We got some juicy shit to talk ‘bout. I’on think we need no
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