Miss Wayne and the Queens of DC (The Cartel Publications Presents) by T. Styles

cocktail? If the accounts are frozen how she gonna pay for her meds?”
“For now me and Jay got it. But you know we have a few rental properties that are vacant and we aren’t making profit. So we’re covering the mortgages there plus our own. And with the new baby…and the twins, it’s just too hectic. You got any money lyin’ around you can help her with?”
“Chic, you sure you not gonna eat?” Tyrone laughs. “You standin’ over there like a baby shittin’ in a pamper. Ease up girl, why so tense?”
I couldn’t even curse his ashy ass out. I needed to sit down and think.
“I got some cash in a box under my bed at my apartment. It’s about twenty thousand dollars. Use your key to get in. When you get it, give ten thousand dollars to Daffany and send me the rest through FEDEX. I’ma call you back when I get the address. And don’t worry, I’ll think of somethin’.”
When she hangs up I place the phone in my black Gucci purse. My mind is workin’ overtime because the words BROKE BITCH and Miss Wayne just don’t mix! Not to mention Daffany needed my help more than anything if she was going to stay healthy. Since we were paying for our own healthcare, shit was expensive. We spend a couple thousand dollars on Miss Daffany’s medicine alone each month.
“Give me a three piece white, red beans and rice. Oh…and don’t forget my biscuit.” Miss Tyrone says to the cashier. “And a fruit punch soda too.” He turns to look at me with an attitude and says, “Mother Wayne, do you want somethin’ or not?”
“Uh…no, I’m good. But hurry up. I’m not feelin’ too fabulous right now. Where is Dayshawn?”
“Over there talkin’ to Dell.” She says handing the cashier her money. “Apparently his cornball ass is back in town. And as usual Day runnin’ behind his ass.”
When I look behind me, I see Dayshawn standing by a table and Dell sitting down. Then I see a pretty transvestite walk over to Dell, kiss him on his cheek and sit down in the available seat across from him. She smiles at Dayshawn and offers her hand to shake. But Miss Dayshawn looks at them both and storms out of the restaurant.
Tyrone rolls her eyes up in that big ass forehead of hers and says, “I knew that nigga wasn’t no good! That’s why I told her to leave him alone. I’m not hatin’ I’m just statin’!”
“You know a whole lot, Oprah! And as far as I know, there’s nothin’ written that you can’t date somebody else after a relationship is over. So stop wit’ all the judgmental bullshit because I’m tired of hearin’ it.”
She looks at me and says, “I be glad when you feel better. Ever since you been back from LA, you been actin’ different.”
“Bitch, what are you talkin’ about? The house burned down, Miss Adrian wants to kill herself, Marlene was murdered by the fuckin’ Drag Queen Slayer, the IRS has attached themselves to my money and now one of my best friends just had her feelings hurt by her exboyfriend! I know you a selfish bitch but can you really be that fuckin’ insensitive?
“Excuse me, mam…I mean sir…are you in line?” asks a pesty little white woman behind me.
“Do you see the back of my ass?”
“Uh…yes.”
“Then I’m in line.” I say turnin’ back around to look at Miss Tyrone.
I hear the old bitch sayin’ something under her breath but I don’t even care. Too much is happening too quick!
“Here’s your change, cutie,” the average looking male cashier says to Miss Tyrone, givin’ him the eye.
I don’t care where in the world you are, if you a gay man, you know how to give the eye . And the eye means one thing and one thing only…I wanna fuck you and I wanna fuck you right now. Personally he couldn’t get my ass wet but Miss Tyrone has zero standards.
“Cutie huh?” Tyrone grins.
“That’s what I said.”
“Well how about sayin’ that in my ear a little later? Maybe you can show me how cute you think I really am.” He says leaning on the counter.
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