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“Guess who had the nerve to finally call?”
She laughs. “Emerson. So is he seeing someone?”
“Girl, he’s been fucking some bitch he claims he’s feeling.” I replay the phone conversation to her.
“Wow.”
“Yup, wow is right. And that’s why he’s cut.”
“I liked him.”
“Girl, fuck him.”
“Mmmm, oh well,” she says, changing the subject. “Listen, before I forget. I’m meeting Mom for lunch today.”
“Have fun,” I say, sarcastically.
She laughs. “Gee, thanks. Since you and Porsha seem to be too busy for her, I get to have her all to myself.”
I grunt. “So basically she did what she does best. Made you feel guilty.” She laughs with me. Tells me that sometimes she feels bad for our mother; that she wishes the three of us had a better relationship with her. I roll my eyes up in my head. “Well, unfortunately, you know that’s not going to happen with her and me. You might be able to get Porsha to get on that bandwagon, but I got off a long time ago.”
She sighs. “I know, but still...she’s our mother. And she really does love us.”
“Yeah, well. She can love me from a distance.”
“Mmmm,” she says thoughtfully. She pauses. “So he’s really out?”
“Who?”
She sucks her teeth. “Emerson, who else?”
“Girlfriend, what part of the conversation did you not hear?”
She sucks her teeth. “Persia, don’t you get disconnected, okay? I’m only asking you a question.”
“And I thought we were done with the conversation.”
“We were. But now I’m back on it.”
“I told you what he said. And I told him to do him. So he’s tossed out like last week’s trash.”
“Mmmph. That’s too bad. The sex was good.”
“Whatever. What that nigga had was good. Good pussy, good brain, and nonstop fucking. But, that wasn’t enough.”
“True. But don’t you think...and let me finish before you start spazzing out...that maybe—in this case—you might be overreacting? I mean. Up until the last few times Emerson has always been reliable and consistent when it came to serving up the dick. So, okay, he left us hanging a few times; big deal. It’s not like that stopped us from getting dick from someone else.”
I groan. “And, your point?”
“The point is he’s not our man...”
“Uh, ohhhhkaaay, tell me something I don’t already know.”
“And it’s not like we were dating him exclusively. We fuck whoever we want, whenever we want. So why couldn’t he?”
I roll my eyes. “Ohmygod, why are you acting like you’re trying to keep the man around? We don’t share a motherfucker outside of our circle, period.”
“Well, if he’s feeling this chick, then good for him. Obviously he needs more,” she says.
