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And Krista, bless her heart, simply appeared uninterested in anything being said. Because, frankly speaking, these bitches were crazy. All this foolish talk of smothering husbands and killing baby mothers . . . Lord Jesus! They needed lots of prayer, and a good cleansing to purify their murderous souls.
“Krista,” Dr. Dangerfield said gently. “I’ve noticed that for the last half hour or so you’ve sat here very quiet. Is there something you’d like to add to the discussion?”
Krista shook her head. “No. Not particularly.”
Of course not, LaQuandra thought as she rolled her eyes up in her head. This country-ass bitch thinks her shit doesn’t stink. Girl, bye.
LaQuandra was certain there was a crack in Krista’s little happy world, somewhere. And she couldn’t wait to bear witness to it all crumbling down around her. But, of course, she wasn’t wishing her any ill will. Oh no, never that. She was simply being realistic.
“Aren’t marriages supposed to be about compromise?” LaQuandra asked, locking her stare on Dr. Dangerfield.
Dr. Dangerfield nodded. “Oh, absolutely. There always has to be a degree of compromise for any relationship to work. However, there needs to be a balance. When compromising becomes one-sided and you find yourself giving into things that you don’t believe in, things that do not sit well with your spirit, then it becomes a problem.”
Brenda tooted her lips. “Mmph. I’m always compromising.”
“Girrrl, welcome to my wondrous world,” LaQuandra quipped.
“Then that’s seriously pause for concern,” Dr. Dangerfield emphasized. “You cannot become so caught up in creating a world that you believe your partners should live in for the sake of forgoing your own dignity and your own self-worth.”
“All I need is for Isaiah to grow a pair of balls when it comes to that trifling bit—baby mother of his. If she were out of the picture, life would be just duckie.”
LaQuandra caught Krista shaking her head, smirking.
“Umm, something funny, Kara?” she questioned.
“It’s Kris . . . ta,” Krista corrected. “And, yes. Sad to say, something is funny—you. It sounds to me like you’re angry with the wrong people. And seems to me you’re blaming the wrong person for your unhappy marriage. That woman is a threat to your marriage because you have allowed her to be.”
Scowling, LaQuandra set her jaw tight. “Excuse you?”
“I saaaaaid it sounds to me like you’re . . .”
“Oh I heard what you said,” LaQuandra clarified. “I’m just trying to understand why you’re even here, interjecting your opinion, when you obviously believe you have such a wonderful marriage.”
Krista shrugged. “Well, sorry to say. I do. I mean. It’s not perfect. No marriage is. But I can honestly say it’s nowhere near as dysfunctional as yours.”
“Dysfunctional? Bitch, please. Who the hell are you to call someone dysfunctional?”
Krista scowled. “I didn’t say you were dysfunctional. I said your marriage was. Big difference.”
“Bitch,” LaQuandra spat, “that fucking weave you’re wearing is dysfunctional.”
Brenda nearly gagged. Ohmygod! LaQuandra is really doing the most. But, ooh, I love it.
Dr. Dangerfield clapped her hands together, and her diamond-encrusted bangles clanked. “Ladies, please. Stop this. Let’s exercise a little class and decorum and mutual respect for one another. Please.”
Krista grunted. “Mmph. Well, you can’t expect someone to be respectful when they apparently can’t respect themselves. Class is something you either have or you don’t. Sorry, hon. Class can’t be bought. And it damn sure can’t be borrowed.”
LaQuandra sneered. “Girl, bye. I have more class in my pinky finger than you’ll ever have. I’m an educated black woman and—”
Krista half scoffed, half laughed. “And you still don’t respect yourself. Perhaps you should request a refund for all that education because the moment you open your mouth, nothing but ghetto spills out of it.”
LaQuandra’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Bye, Felicia. All I know is, you had better be glad I’ve changed my ways, because trust. The old me would hop up from this chair and lay hands on you.”
Krista’s nose flared. “Sweetie, I’d love to see you try it. I will lay my Bible down and beat your—”
“No, Ice Queen. How about you lay it down to suck a damn dick,” LaQuandra snapped. “A good man deserves a damn good dick suck.”
“Ladies. Ladies,” Dr. Dangerfield calmly said. She wasn’t one to raise her voice or yell at a bunch of grown women. “Threats of violence will not be tolerated anywhere on this island. This level of disrespect is not acceptable.”
