Page 60 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“The tables?” She walked toward the kitchen and peeked inside. “Where the hell are your pots?”

I sighed. “Grandma.”

She opened a drawer. “Silverware gone too?”

I closed my eyes.

“Lord have mercy.” She came back into the living room. “Did somebody rob your ass politely?”

I wanted to laugh.

“Because they left the baby stuff.” She replied.

“Grandma…” I tried to explain.

“And apparently your clothes.” She looked toward my bedroom. “What are you sleeping on?”

“The bed.”

She nodded. “Well, praise Jesus the burglar had a heart.”

I couldn’t help it and a laugh slipped out. Grandma wasn’t laughing. She put the grocery bag down. “Where is Malik at?”

My smile disappeared. “He… busy.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Busy doing what?”

“Just stuff.” I shrugged.

“What stuff?” She asked.

“I don’t know, work.”

She stared at me and I looked away.

“Shante.”

“What?” I answered.

“You're lying.”

“No, I’m not.”

Grandma Lorraine sucked her teeth. “Girl, please. I raised you.”

I folded my arms. “Malik just took some stuff.”

“Some?” She pointed around the apartment. “That nigga took everything but oxygen.”

I covered my mouth because I wanted to laugh again.

Grandma stepped closer. “What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Shante.”

“I’m good, Grandma.”