Page 64 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

I looked down.

“And Deuce better pray I’m too old to climb across a county visitation table.”

I busted out laughing.

Grandma grabbed her purse. “Because I might pull something, but I’m willing to risk it.”

“Grandma you’re crazy!”

“What? That boy got everybody’s life fucked up.” She looked around the apartment again then shook her head. “And Malik is petty as hell.”

I laughed harder. “He took my towels.”

“All of them?”

“Left me one bath towel and one face towel.”

Grandma stared at me for a second then burst out laughing. “Now see, that’s some Detroit shit.”

“You ain’t lying!”

“I’m sorry, baby.” She wiped her eyes. “But that nigga said you can dry one body part at a time.”

I couldn’t stop laughing. For the first time in weeks, I was crying for a reason that didn’t hurt. Grandma opened the grocery bag she’d brought. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” I asked

“Target.”

I frowned. “For what?”

“To get you some shit for this empty ass apartment.”

I smiled. “You buying me a TV?”

She grabbed her purse. “Hell no.”

I sucked my teeth. “Then what are we going for?”

“Towels.”

I stared at her while she headed toward the door. “And maybe a fork.” She laughed all the way into the hallway. By the time we made it to Target, Grandma Lorraine had already made it clear she wasn’t furnishing shit.

“Get a cart,” she said as soon as we walked through the doors.

I grabbed one. “What are we getting?”

“Necessities.”

“Like a TV?”

She stopped walking and looked at me. “Shante, if you ask me about a TV one more time, I’m taking your ass back home to stare at the wall.”

I rolled my eyes. “Damn.”

“Don’t damn me damn Malik. He’s the one who took the shit.”

I pushed the cart behind her. We made it over to the towels, and Grandma started grabbing stuff. “Two bath towels.” I frowned. “Two?”