Page 76 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“No.”

“I knew it.” Grandma leaned back and closed her eyes.“Lord, these kids are trying to send me to glory before my time.”

“Grandma—”

“No, you listen.” She leaned toward the glass again. “That woman has been sitting at them court dates supporting you while you got this big ass secret hanging over her head.”

“She ain’t supporting me.”

“She’s there, ain’t she?”

I sucked my teeth. “She barely looks at me.”

“Can you blame her?”

“Nah.”

“Then hush.”

I rubbed my beard, grandma wasn’t letting up. “And then you got Shante sitting in that girl’s face lying too.”

“I didn’t tell Shante to keep lying.”

“Did you tell her to tell the truth?”

Silence. “Exactly.”

I looked down and Grandma shook her head.

“Alisha has been buying things for those babies and she's excited about being their auntie.”

I stared at the table.

“And the whole damn time, those are her husband’s children.”

“Grandma…”

“What?” She frowned.

“Don’t say it like that.”

“How the hell do you want me to say it?” She frowned again. “Those babies ain’t ask to be here, that was your dumb ass idea.”

I leaned back. “I know I fucked up.”

“No shit! Then tell your wife.”

My head came up. “I can’t.”

“Why?” Grandma asked.

“Because I can’t.”

“That’s not an answer.”

I looked at her through the glass. “You know what that shit gonna do?”

“Yes.”