Page 65 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

She looked at me. “You had one when I got there. Now you’ll have three, that's growth.”

“Grandma, please.”

She tossed two face towels in. “There, look at God.”

I laughed. “You get on my nerves.”

“And you’re expensive.” She grabbed a pack of washcloths. “These too.”

I looked at the cart. “I need dishes, pots and pans and silverware.

Grandma looked over her glasses at me. “I especially know that. Your man took the forks like he was collecting evidence.”

I busted out laughing. “Why do you keep talking about them damn forks?”

“Because I’ve seen men take TVs. I’ve seen men take couches. I’ve even seen a nigga take a refrigerator.” She shook her head. “But silverware? Malik wanted your ass to feel that breakup every time you tried to eat.”

I was laughing so hard I had to stop pushing the cart. “Grandma, shut up!”

“Nope.” We made our way toward the kitchen section. Grandma picked up a cheap box of silverware. “Here.”

I looked at it. “These ugly.”

“Then eat with your fingers.”

I tossed them into the cart.

“Exactly,” she said.

We had just turned toward the cookware when I stopped dead in my tracks. My stomach dropped and Grandma almost ran into the back of me. “Why are you stopping?”

I didn’t answer because my eyes were locked straight ahead. Malik was standing near the end of the aisle and he wasn’t alone. Some bitch was standing beside him. Cute too, that pissed me off even more. She had on leggings, some little cropped jacket, and her hair was pulled up in a messy bun. And this bitch was smiling at my man. Well…my ex-man. Whatever the point was she was smiling too damn hard.

“Oh, hell no.”

Grandma looked around me. “What?” Then she saw him. “Oh.”

I started walking and grandma grabbed my arm. “Shante.”

I pulled away. “Nah.”

“Baby,” Grandma said, trying to stop me from embarrassing myself.

“Nah, because this nigga got me fucked up.” I snapped.

Malik looked up and the second he saw me coming, his whole face changed. He was clearly annoyed. I stopped in front of him. “Damn this, what are we doing?” I spat.

Malik stared at me. “What the fuck are you talking about Shante?”

“You moved on fast as hell.”

The woman looked between us and Malik sucked his teeth. “Shante, go on about your business.”

“My business?” I laughed. “Oh, I’m definitely in my business.”

Grandma came walking up behind me with the cart. “Lord, don’t let me have to leave this cart. I got coupons.”

I ignored her and I looked at the woman. “So he ain’t telling you?”