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“Well, why can’t you get a bottle and drink at home?”
“See, now you’re bein’ too goddamn grown. I don’t know why you wanna have me go off on you tonight. You know goddamn well I don’t ask you for much. But when I do, I expect you to come through for me. Now if you’re sayin’ your black ass is too good to have my goddamn back, then say it.”
He huffs. “C’mon, Ma, why you gotta always start talkin’ reckless, callin’ me niggahs and shit? You know I’ma come through. But, damn. I’m just sayin’. Day’Asia’s ass is sixteen. She should be able to watch the twins for a few hours; that’s all.”
“No, Darius. The only thing I wanna hear you sayin’ is when you gonna have ya ass here. I told you, I don’t want her left up in here alone. I’d come back here and she’d have a buncha niggahs up in here and my babies tied up to a damn tree somewhere.”
“I’m sayin’, Ma. Don’t you think I have a life, too? Why can’t the twins go with Vernon?”
I blink. “Darius, don’t do me, niggah. You have a life because I brought you into this world. And I’m kind and gracious enough to let you live. So don’t try me. My babies ain’t goin’ over to no goddamn Vernon’s house after he flattened my motherfuckin’ tires. And the niggah still owes me money for child support. So hell no! Now please don’t have me come over there and bust out them goddamn windows in that car I helped you buy. And you know I will.”
He sucks his teeth again. Shenille’s in the background poppin’ shit as usual. I hear the trick-bitch talkin’ shit about him havin’ to come here to babysit every time I wanna go out.
I hear her say, “Tell her ass to watch her own damn kids for a change. Why you gotta always run over there every time she calls you? I’m sick of this shit. You need to man up, Darius. Stop bein’ a pussy all the damn time and tell her ass no.”
He tries to muffle her out.
“Darius, I know that bald-headed bitch ain’t over there talkin’ shit ’cause you know I’m lookin’ for a reason to bust her in her raggedy-ass mouth. Let that bitch keep runnin’ her mouth and I’m gonna have her goddamn EBT card shut down. And you know I know that bitch is out there sellin’ her stamps for money so you had better put a muzzle on that ho real quick.”
“C’mon, Ma, chill.”
“ ‘Chill’ hell. Put that ugly bitch on the phone.”
“Look, Ma. Damn. Why you gotta disrespect her like that?”
“Oh, you takin’ up for her ass? Niggah, why you gotta let her disrespect me? I’m your mother. You know what Darius. Fuck it. You stay right over there with that gorilla-faced bitch of yours. And the next time you gotta get bailed outta jail, you make sure you call that bitch. I’ll find someone else to sit with your brothers and sister. Since you gotta life. But you had better hide that motherfuckin’ car because when I’m done with it, not even the junkyard is gonna want it.”
“Fuck, Ma! Let me go. I said I’ll be there around ten, damn. And, Shenille, will you shut the fuck up! Both of you about to drive me fuckin’ crazy!”
“No, niggah!” Gorilla-Face shouts. “You don’t tell me to shut the fuck up! You shut the fuck up! When you gonna grow a set of balls and stop bein’ a bitch? I’m sick of you lettin’ her run you. If her ass ain’t have all them goddamn kids . . . ”
“Oh that bitch want her face knocked off. You tell that ho I’ma—”
“Yo, Shenille, shut the fuck up, bitch!”
“Bitch? Who you callin’ a bitch, niggah? You can pack your shit and get the fuck outta my goddamn house . . . ”
“Look, Ma, for real. I gotta bounce before I end up in fuckin’ jail tonight. You done got this bitch cranked up and now I gotta hear her shit.”
“Mmmhmm. And tell that whore I’m gonna give her that ass-whippin’ she keeps askin’ for real soon. I don’t know why you kids stay testin’ me. There’s no way you should be givin’ me so much backtalk, Darius, when I ask you to sit with your brothers and sister. And you damn sure shouldn’t be lettin’ no bitch ever talk slick to your mother, or come between us either.”
“Aiight, aiight, Ma . . . damn. I said I gotta go.” Even though his attitude is on high and he’s tryin’ very hard to keep from goin’ off on me, the one thing he won’t do, or has ever done—yet, is hang up on me. And he knows that’ll I’ll keep talkin’ shit to him on the phone just to piss off that bitch he’s laid up with off even more. But lucky for him I have another call comin’ through. I glance at the screen. It’s Dre—six-foot-three and loaded with thick, black dick, callin’ to eat this ass again, I’m sure.
“And bring me some more of that purple when you come to-night,” I say before disconnectin’ and clickin’ over to the incomin’ call. “Yes, how can I help you?”
“I’m good, baby.”
“I didn’t ask you how you were. I asked you how I can help you.”
“I wanna see you.”
I roll my eyes up in my head. “Why? It’s not like I’m givin’ you any pussy.”
He laughs. “I’m not callin’ for that.”
“Yeah, right. Then why you callin’?”
“I was thinkin’ about you; that’s all.”
