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@ TeeTee’s. she’s gnna stay the night. teetee’s takn the kids 2 storybook land 2morrow. i 4got 2 tell u
You forgot? Yeah, right. Whatever!
She ain’t forget shit!
I don’t respond back.
TeeTee is my sister. So it’s not that I have a problem with Amaya staying over. It’s the fact that Stephanie stays doing shit without consulting me, first, to see what I think. But I know her passive-aggressive ass. She did that she being funny. I know Amaya told her that I was planning to take her up to Pennsylvania Dutch Country tomorrow because I overheard her telling her in the kitchen the other night.
“Who else’s going?”
“Nobody. Just me and Daddy.”
“Mmph. Dutch Country, my ass. Why is he taking you there?”
“Because I like it there. And I asked him to.”
“Mmph. All I know is, I better not find out he’s bringing some Quaker bitch around you, or I’ma get real ugly on his ass.”
“Mommy, don’t talk like that. Why are you always so mean to Daddy?”
“What? Oh, so you’re taking up for his ass, huh?”
“No. I’m not taking up for him. I just don’t like when you say mean things about him.”
“Girl, take your little fresh-ass to bed before I smack you in your mouth.”
It took everything in me not to storm in and shut it down. But I let her have her moment. Although Stephanie’s never put her hands on Amaya, she’s come at her real crazy with her mouth. And Amaya is smart enough to know what time it is. She knows her mother’s a loose cannon.
Now I gotta be up in this motherfucker with her ass..
Ping. Another text message. Now what the fuck does she want?
I’m omw home. U want sumthn while I’m out?
I frown. Stephanie hasn’t asked me if I’ve wanted something while she’s out in years. Now all of sudden she’s asking?
Yeah, for your ass to stay gone!
Nah. I’m good, I text back.
I open my desk drawer and pull out my stash, deciding to roll a blunt and chill out.
Usually “I’m on my way home” means I’ll be home in about two hours. And that’s fine with me.
I pack my cigar with weed, then light it.
Thirty minutes later, I’m real mellow, feeling nice as hell. And, Stephanie’s still not home like I knew she wouldn’t be. If I’m lucky, maybe she’ll stay out all night.
I decide to hit up a few of my boys trying to see who wants to get up and maybe hit up a titty-bar. But, to my dismay, they all on house arrest tonight. Wifeys got ’em all on lock.
I shake my head. It’s Friday night, and I don’t have shit to get into tonight. At least if Amaya was home, I could rent a movie and order pizza or play one of her favorite board games with her.
This is some pathetic bullshit.
I light another blunt, taking a few deep pulls.
“Hey, you want some shrimp fried rice?” Stephanie says all nice and sweet, knocking on the door and walking in at the same time. I didn’t even hear her come in the crib. I cringe. Fuck. I’m in the third bedroom, the one I’ve taken over, and turned into my man cave.
