Page 90 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“She’s your daughter, you don’t have to thank me.”

“I ain’t know if you were ever gonna let me talk to her.”

I leaned against the counter. “I was mad.”

“Was?”

“Don’t get excited.” I snapped.

“Aight, damn.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m still mad.”

“I figured.”

There was a brief silence. “She sounds good.”

“She is.” I responded.

“Does she look good?”

“Deuce.”

“What?”

“That’s a stupid question.”

“I can’t see her, Lisha.”

“Yeah.” My voice softened. “She looks good.”

“Hair done?”

“Of course.”

“Is she still missing that front tooth?”

I smiled. “Yep.”

“Damn.” He got quiet. “She's probably getting big.”

“She is.”

Then he asked, “How is everybody else doing?”

“Everybody’s fine.”

“Your mama?”

“Good.”

“Grandma?”

“Still Grandma.”

He chuckled.

“And Shante?”