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“As you see, we have Mr. and Mrs. Lewis here. And—”
“Yes. I sure do. I see my baby fahver and his ugly wife.”
LaQuandra clenched her teeth and glared over at Isaiah, who sat leaning forward with his head down and his hands clasped. This goddamn coward! Pussy-ass bitch, LaQuandra thought.
“Miss Simms, please try to be respectful.”
“Oh, I am being respectful. I’ve been good to LaQuandra. I ain’t hop on that ass and beat her edges out in a minute. But she due for a new ass-stomp ’cause I know she still talking slick about me.”
“Bitch, I don’t say shit about your ghetto-ass,” LaQuandra snapped. “But you stay talking shit about me!”
Cassandra smiled. “You see, Miss Therapist. I told you. She lucky I’m in a good mood today, so I’ma keep it classy. But, anyway, back to the Bobblehead you got in your office. Admit it, Quandra. You hate me because I gave Isaiah what you couldn’t.”
“No, bitch. I hate you because you’re a whore.”
Cassandra laughed. “But I ain’t the one with my name engraved in a permanent chair down at the clinic, sugah-boo. You are.”
Isaiah looked up.
LaQuandra swallowed. And then she shot a look over at Dr. Dangerfield. “Are you gonna ask this bitch, or what?”
“Nigga-coon, boom! Ask me what, bitch? Am I sucking Isaiah’s dingaling? Am I letting him get all up in this sweet cootie-coo? Is he licking this juicy ass?”
Fuck. Isaiah held his breath.
“Yes, bitch!” LaQuandra shouted. “Is Isaiah still fucking you?”
A pre-teenaged boy with a gun drawn on one side of his face and a middle finger on the other side suddenly appeared behind Cassandra with both his middle fingers up.
“And if he is,” Cassandra taunted, “what you gonna do, huh, sugah-boo, come beat my ass?” She laughed again. “I’d like to see you try. Are you—” She craned her neck, and swung her fist at the boy behind her. “Fuquan, you little big-dick fucker, get the fuck from behind me before I punch your goddamn eye sockets in! Don’t do me.”
He ran off laughing.
Cassandra sighed. “These ratchet-ass kids about to have me get ghetto up in here. I don’t know where these motherfuckers come from.” She took a deep breath. “I need to get down to The Crack House for some get-right ‘n’ shake these hips to get this mind right, before I end up in jail.”
Dr. Dangerfield shifted in her chair. “Miss Simms, focus. Please. I promise we only need a moment of your time. So I’ll get right to it. Are you and Mr. Lewis romantically or physically involved?”
“Focus? Nigga-coon, boom! Don’t do me, Miss Lady. If Quandra wanna know if I’m fuckin’ the skin off my baby fahver’s dingaling, then let her ask me.”
“Fair enough,” Dr. Dangerfield said, ignoring the woman’s hostility.
LaQuandra sucked her teeth. “Cassandra, don’t play games. I already did. Now are you fucking him or not?”
Cassandra lifted up her sunglasses and peered into the screen. “LaQuandra, if I tell ya ugly-ass no, is you gonna believe me? And if I say yes, are you gonna leave him?”
LaQuandra blinked, and before she could answer, Cassandra was already speaking for her. “Of course you not gonna believe me. So why is we really here? Is your freaky-ass tryna invite me to a threesome? And you ain’t leaving him, either. You wanna know why, Quandra? Because you scared I’ma move him up in here. You scared I’ma unlock these tubes ‘n’ give him another baby. And I still might—just because I can. And you can’t.”
LaQuandra felt her heart stop.
“Yo, what the fuck!” Isaiah snapped. “Damn! Both you bitches need to stop this dumb shit. Quandra, Cass ain’t going nowhere because I gotta son with her. But if you wanna be on your bullshit ‘n’ wanna bounce, then bounce. But if you staying, then you need to stop talking shit about her, stop obsessing about shit. Damn.”
Cassandra grunted. “Mmph. Let that coon know, boo.”
“Yo, that shit goes for you too, Cass. You need to fall back on your bullshit. Stop slick-talking ‘n’ disrespecting LaQuandra. She’s my wife. And you need to respect that shit. The only thing that matters to me is my son. Period. So both of you bitches need to figure it the fuck out.”
Isaiah hopped up from his seat. “I’m out.”
Cassandra and LaQuandra both blinked.
