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Kendall: NICOLE
LaQuandra, Brenda, and Krista were then instructed to show their answers.
All three men answered correctly, and the women clapped.
“Okay, next question”—Dr. Dangerfield paused, giving everyone a chance to wipe their dry boards—“What is the name of your wife’s favorite love song, with name of its artist?”
Roselle and Kendall didn’t have to give much thought to the question. They’d heard the songs enough times to know the words to it.
“Mr. Lewis, answer, please,” Dr. Dangerfield prompted.
Hell if he knew. They rarely played music when they fucked. But he knew enough to know LaQuandra was strung-out on freaky-ass R. Kelly.
So he wrote his answer.
“Okay, gentlemen. Reveal your answers, please.”
Isaiah: HONEY LOVE R. KELLY
Roselle: XSCAPE WHO CAN I RUN TO
Kendall: SWEET LOVE ANITA BAKER
“Okay, ladies,” Dr. Dangerfield said, “answers, please.”
Roselle and Kendall were correct.
LaQuandra slammed her board back on its easel. “Isaiah, you know Keyshia Cole’s ‘Love’ is my favorite song. Not ‘Honey Love.’?”
He shrugged. “Thought you was big on him.”
She huffed. “I am. But that wasn’t the question, Isaaaaiah.”
Dr. Dangerfield kept from shaking her head. “Next question, gentlemen: what is your wife’s favorite television show?”
“Baby, you got this,” Brenda stated, and a buzzer blared out.
“Sorry, Mrs. Woods. That’ll cost you one point,” Dr. Dangerfield said. “There’s no talking across the Garden.”
“Shit,” she hissed.
“Okay, ladies and gentlemen. Write out your answers, please.”
The music played again and LaQuandra found herself slowly rocking side-to-side as she hummed along. At this point, she didn’t give a damn if Isaiah knew her or not.
When the music faded again, that was everyone’s cue to show their answers.
Isaiah: THE HOUSEWIVES OF ATLANTA
Roselle: BEING MARY JANE
Kendall: RICH IN FAITH
Roselle and Kendall both answered correctly.
LaQuandra scoffed, revealing her answer: Little Women: Atlanta. “Isaiah, you know I don’t watch that trifling shit.”
He frowned. And Little Women: Atlanta wasn’t trifling? Whatever.
