Page 69 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“Where you at?”

“On my way home.” I replied while maneuvering through traffic.

“You sound irritated.”

“I just ran into Shante.”

“Damn, where?”

“Target.”

He laughed. “Why the fuck y’all having relationship problems in Target?”

“I wasn’t the one having no relationship problems, I was minding my business.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I had somebody with me.”

He got quiet. “Oh.”

“Exactly.”

“What Shante do?” He laughed.

“Walked up acting a fucking fool.”

He laughed. “I already know.”

“Told the girl we had twins on the way.”

“No the fuck she didn’t.”

“Word for word.” I replied.

My boy started cracking up.

“That ain’t funny.”

“Man, yes it is she ran your little date off?”

“First of all, it wasn’t no damn date.”

“Whatever you gotta tell yourself my nigga.”

I shook my head. “She told me don’t call her no more.”

“Damn Shante is still blocking pussy and she ain’t even your girl.”

I laughed. “Man, shut the fuck up.”

“Grandma Lorraine wasn’t with her, was she?”

I got quiet, his ass started laughing even harder. “No!”

“Yep.”

“Aw, hell nah, what Grandma say?”