things.”
CHAPTER 10
I TWAS 6:00 A.M. when Dream woke up. Though she was on the west coast, her brain was on east coast time. She didn’t know where Jamal was. She could remember when he kissed her on her forehead before leaving.
She went to the kitchen and cooked some pancakes before turning on the television. The morning news was on. She turned the television set off and decided she would take a morning run when she finished her breakfast.
She slipped into a sports bra and a pair of sweatpants. After searching her bags she discovered that she’d forgotten to pack some sweat socks. She pulled Jamal’s suitcase from under the bed and looked through all of his clothes. There were no socks in sight. She discovered a small bag but it contained toiletries. She was about to give up when she noticed a leather bag pushed closer to the head of the bed. She unzipped the bag and money spilled from it. She had never seen so much money in her life. She poured it out, and it covered the entire bed. She knew it had to be at least $200,000.
Dream’s heart raced. She knew people who had worked their entire lives and still didn’t have this kind of money, but Jamal had it right at his fingertips. She put the money back in the bag as quickly as possible, trying to decide what to do next. She wanted to call Keisha. She wanted to call Jamal’s cell phone and ask him what in the hell was going on. She didn’t know what to think.
When Jamal got back to the condo, Dream was gone, and he was actually glad because he had business to take care of. Since she wasn’t there, she wouldn’t know he’d returned. He needed to recount his money, and he knew if she was in the room, he couldn’t possibly explain why he had $230,000 with him. Jamal quickly counted the money before leaving to meet with Angelo. They put the girls on the plane and when he came back Dream still hadn’t returned. When she finally did get back she looked at him strangely. “What’s up, baby?” he asked.
“Hey, honey,” she replied dryly.
“Walking the beach, huh?”
“I guess you can say that.” She sat on the sofa.
“I already said it. Didn’t you hear me?”
“Ha. You got jokes.”
“Who pissed in your cornflakes?” he asked.
She stood and walked over to the sliding doors and stared at the
cirrus clouds. “Nobody pissed in my cornflakes. I’m just not in the joking mood.”
“Something is bothering you. You don’t have to tell me, but I know.”
She turned toward him. “Jamal, did you bring me out here on some kind of drug deal?”
He was surprised by her question. “Where did that come from?”
“Just answer the question.”
His thoughts ran rampant as he wondered what made her ask the question. Then he remembered the bag that he had left with the money in it. He figured she must have seen it.
“Kind of, but it’s not what you think.”
“What do you think I’m thinking?”
He walked over to the kitchen sink and got a glass of water. “You probably think that we’re going to be traveling with drugs on the way back home.”
“That’s exactly what I think. I can’t believe you would put my life in danger.”
He put his glass down. “Hell no, baby. I wouldn’t do anything like that,” he said as he walked over and attempted to put his arm around her. She pushed his chest. “Get off me.” She slid through the double doors.
***
Dream strolled the beach aimlessly. She took the time to gather her thoughts. She had officially broken it off with DeVon for a man she thought had her best interests in mind. Had her vision become clouded? Had she let material things interfere with her judgment? She thought about her parents and what they would think if they knew Jamal had put her life in danger. “Drug dealers are lowlives,” her father would say. Never would she have believed Jamal would put her life in jeopardy. She wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t know if he were caught with drugs, she would go to jail as well.
When she got back to
CHAPTER 10
I TWAS 6:00 A.M. when Dream woke up. Though she was on the west coast, her brain was on east coast time. She didn’t know where Jamal was. She could remember when he kissed her on her forehead before leaving.
She went to the kitchen and cooked some pancakes before turning on the television. The morning news was on. She turned the television set off and decided she would take a morning run when she finished her breakfast.
She slipped into a sports bra and a pair of sweatpants. After searching her bags she discovered that she’d forgotten to pack some sweat socks. She pulled Jamal’s suitcase from under the bed and looked through all of his clothes. There were no socks in sight. She discovered a small bag but it contained toiletries. She was about to give up when she noticed a leather bag pushed closer to the head of the bed. She unzipped the bag and money spilled from it. She had never seen so much money in her life. She poured it out, and it covered the entire bed. She knew it had to be at least $200,000.
Dream’s heart raced. She knew people who had worked their entire lives and still didn’t have this kind of money, but Jamal had it right at his fingertips. She put the money back in the bag as quickly as possible, trying to decide what to do next. She wanted to call Keisha. She wanted to call Jamal’s cell phone and ask him what in the hell was going on. She didn’t know what to think.
When Jamal got back to the condo, Dream was gone, and he was actually glad because he had business to take care of. Since she wasn’t there, she wouldn’t know he’d returned. He needed to recount his money, and he knew if she was in the room, he couldn’t possibly explain why he had $230,000 with him. Jamal quickly counted the money before leaving to meet with Angelo. They put the girls on the plane and when he came back Dream still hadn’t returned. When she finally did get back she looked at him strangely. “What’s up, baby?” he asked.
“Hey, honey,” she replied dryly.
“Walking the beach, huh?”
“I guess you can say that.” She sat on the sofa.
“I already said it. Didn’t you hear me?”
“Ha. You got jokes.”
“Who pissed in your cornflakes?” he asked.
She stood and walked over to the sliding doors and stared at the
cirrus clouds. “Nobody pissed in my cornflakes. I’m just not in the joking mood.”
“Something is bothering you. You don’t have to tell me, but I know.”
She turned toward him. “Jamal, did you bring me out here on some kind of drug deal?”
He was surprised by her question. “Where did that come from?”
“Just answer the question.”
His thoughts ran rampant as he wondered what made her ask the question. Then he remembered the bag that he had left with the money in it. He figured she must have seen it.
“Kind of, but it’s not what you think.”
“What do you think I’m thinking?”
He walked over to the kitchen sink and got a glass of water. “You probably think that we’re going to be traveling with drugs on the way back home.”
“That’s exactly what I think. I can’t believe you would put my life in danger.”
He put his glass down. “Hell no, baby. I wouldn’t do anything like that,” he said as he walked over and attempted to put his arm around her. She pushed his chest. “Get off me.” She slid through the double doors.
***
Dream strolled the beach aimlessly. She took the time to gather her thoughts. She had officially broken it off with DeVon for a man she thought had her best interests in mind. Had her vision become clouded? Had she let material things interfere with her judgment? She thought about her parents and what they would think if they knew Jamal had put her life in danger. “Drug dealers are lowlives,” her father would say. Never would she have believed Jamal would put her life in jeopardy. She wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t know if he were caught with drugs, she would go to jail as well.
When she got back to
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