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“I ain’t laughin’.”
For some reason, this old-school joint starts playin’ in my head. I feel like hummin’ it. He musta read my mind when he says his moms used always tell ’im it’s a thin line between love and hate. I smile. “Why you smilin’?”
“I was standin’ here thinkin’ the same thing. Actually I was hummin’ da song in my head.”
He grins. “Damn, you so fuckin’ sexy.”
I shift my bag from one hand to the other. “Listen, you should rest,” I tell ’im, ignorin’ the comment.
He reaches for my hand. “I’m so sorry for bringin’ that shit to you, baby.”
I take a deep breath. “Listen, I’m just glad they got da bitch off da streets. And that you’re okay. Hopefully, it’ll be a lesson, a warnin’, to be very careful who you fuck wit’ and how you fuck wit’ ’em.”
He nods. “You’re right. This shit right here is definitely a wakeup call. I’m done. The first chance I get, I’m gettin’ da fuck outta Jersey.”
Muhfucka, whereva you go, you takin’ you wit’ you, so if ya mind ain’t right, nigga, you ain’t gonna be right. And all you gonna get is da same bullshit. I keep my thoughts to myself. Keepin’ shit real, I know the shit applies to me as well. I don’t tell ’im I’m bouncin’, too. Still don’t mention anythin’ ’bout the baby. Shit, it’s really none’a his business.
I glance at my watch, thinkin’ ’bout Zaire. I need to get up to da hospital. I don’t like ’im bein’ up there too long wit’out someone up there wit’ ’im at all times. Chanel is there for me when I’m not, like now. Still…that’s where I’m ’posed to be. Not standin’ here fuckin’ wit’ this nigga. “Look, I gotta go. You take care of ya’self. I’m glad you’re okay.”
He stares at me. “Damn, you say that like I’m not gonna see you again.”
I lean ova and kiss the nigga’s soft-ass lips, then look ’im in the eyes. “You’re not,” I say. He looks sad. When he tries to speak, I kiss ’im, again one last time, slippin’ my tongue in his mouth, then walkin’ out wit’ ’im callin’ for me to come back so we can talk. There ain’t shit else to say. A bitch gotta know when to keep it cute, and dip on a muhfucka.
WHEN I FINALLY GET TO BROOKLYN, PARK MY WHIP, THEN MAKE my way up to the nursery, it’s almost one o’clock. Chanel is holdin’ and feedin’ ’im. And I can’t front. A bitch is feelin’ some kinda way ’bout it. I’m da one who should be feedin’ ’im. Yes, a bitch’s jealous! It’s a feelin’ I ain’t used to. But I keep it real cute, and toss my lips up into a smile.
“Hey,” she says, smilin’ back at me. “He is sooooo cute, Kat. Ohmigod, he’s gonna be a real problem.”
I nod knowin’ly. “Yup.” I go wash my hands, then come back into the room. She hands ’im to me. “Heeeey, snookems,” I say, surprised at how much joy this lil’ boy brings. “I can’t wait for you to get da fu—” I catch myself before I let the fuck word slip outta my mouth—“heck outta here.”
Chanel is starin’ at me, smilin’. “Awww, look at you bein’ all fuzzy ’n pink, boo. I neva thought I see da day ya evil ass—”
I cut ’er off, suckin’ my teeth. “Ugh, watch ya mouth, ho.”
“Girrrl, this not cussin’ shi…uh, mess is gonna be a real struggle for me.”
“Puhleeze, tell me ’bout it.”
“How’s Allstar doin?” I tell ’er he’s aiight. “Did you tell ’im you wasn’t rockin’ wit’ ’im no more?”
I nod. “Not in so many words. But I think he knows.” She shakes ’er head. “What?”
She twists ’er lips. “Nuthin’. When’s he gonna get outta da hospital?” I tell ’er he’ll be there for at least anotha week or so from what his moms told me. “Oh, okay.” She pauses. Tells me she’s gonna come to Jersey tomorrow and stay the night.
I roll my eyes. “What Divine do now?”
She laughs. “He ain’t do nuthin’. He’s actin’ like he got some sense this week.”
“Whateva, trick. You da one wit’out any sense.”
She keeps laughin’. “Oh, and you should talk. There’s a muh—” I shoot ’er a look—“a man layin’ up in a hospital room who you know you diggin’ and who you know is diggin’ you. And you dump ’im. What kinda sense is that?”
“It’s common sense, ho. Sumthin’ you obviously don’t have.”
The white nurse on duty catches my eye. She smiles and gives me a slight nod of the head as if she knows exactly what the hell I’m talkin’ ’bout. We sit up at the hospital for a few hours wit’ Zaire ’til Chanel decides to bounce. I tell ’er I’ma check for ’er in the mornin’. She already know what it is. A bitch ain’t goin’ no damn where tonight.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Some things ain’t meant to be…a smart bitch gotta know when ta dip…lookin’ at muhfuckas suspiciously…gotta know when ta cash in da chips…gotta be ready ta change peoples ’n places…see da world thru different eyes…now I gotta baby ta raise…finally I realize…it’s time for a bitch ta change ’er ways…
