Still Wifey Material by Kiki Swinson

crap they had could be replaced. But the fact that my salon had been invaded by those Viking-ass niggas could not be taken back. I knew I should have been a little more sensitive about what happened to them, but those hoes were fine. Those niggas left them in one piece, so I couldn’t worry about them. I needed to focus on my damn salon.
    Upon my arrival, I was thrown over the edge when I walked into the salon and was greeted by Carmen’s fiancé Xavier and a couple of police officers—one male, one female. X was cursing his ass off and throwing a lot of threats around, saying he was going to take care of the niggas who robbed Carmen. As quickly as he said it, the police shut down his silly ass. “Sir, we know that you’re upset about all this, but if you take matters into your own hands, you’d only complicate the situation,” the male officer told him.
    “I ain’t gon’ complicate a damn thing. All I’ma do is rectify it because those niggas took something that belonged to me, and I can’t have them flossin’ it around town like it’s theirs. I worked too hard for that shit! So them niggas are gonna either give it back, or they’re gonna have to pay for it,” he protested. I saw right through him. He had two of his flunkies in the shop with him, so I knew he was putting on a show for them.
    “Did you have your diamond necklace insured?” the same officer asked.
    “What street nigga you know does that?” X snapped. “Shiit, I don’t even have health insurance.”
    “Well, it sounds like you need to make a call to your local insurance agent,” I interjected.
    “And you are?” the male officer asked.
    I ignored him and approached the female officer. “My name is Kira Walters, the other owner of this salon. I want to thank you for coming by.”
    “That’s what we’re here for,” she assured me.
    Xavier sucked his teeth. “Man, ain’t nobody trying to hear all that. Get my damn chain back, and then you’d be doing your job.”
    The female officer ignored him, but the male officer chimed in. “Sir, we all know you’re upset, but you’re gonna have to calm down so we can conduct this investigation properly.”
    Hearing the intensity in the officer’s voice, Xavier stepped down from his high horse and took a backseat. Carmen grabbed his arm and pulled him back toward her. Both of the police officers took everyone’s statements, left us their business cards, and assured us that they would do their best to find the robbers and bring them to justice. I thanked them both and saw them to the door.
    After they left, Xavier grabbed Carmen’s handbag from her lap and said, “Get the rest of your shit so we can get the hell out of here!” Carmen started gathering all her curling irons, combs, brushes, rollers, and hair products and began placing them into a box. I was shocked by her actions.
    “What’s going on? Are you leaving for good?” I asked.
    “Yep, she sure is. But you would have known that if you would have been here just a little bit sooner,” Nikki interjected sarcastically.
    “Please shut the hell up, Nikki, and stay in your damn place! No one was talking to you!”
    “I ain’t got to do a damn thing! I’m so sick of your snooty ass, always walking around here like your shit doesn’t stink while we’re ’round here getting the fucked-up end of the stick.” She chuckled. “Shit, I don’t blame Carmen for leaving. Niggas running up in here like their fucking minds are bad, manhandling us and shit and we ain’t got nothing in here to protect us.”
    “Well, why aren’t you packing your shit too?” I roared.
    “I will, as soon as I find me a shop,” she fired back.
    “Why does it have to be a shop? I mean, it’s not like you can do hair anyway. So why would you even waste your time?” I said and paused, and then I snapped my fingers like a thought suddenly came to mind. “Oh, yeah, I forgot, you are always to trying to do the same shit I do. I wear all designer name