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“That’s probably why she’s so mean and mad,” Gianna chimed in. “Too many ass shots, and I’m not talkin’ silicone.”
Chuckling, I shared, “Nah, strong, athletic builds really do just run in their family. Hell, their mom looks like she could still hold her own on the tracktodayif she wanted to.”
“Well at least you know your future children are getting some good ass genes,” Penelope commented, throwing in her usual dose of optimism that was much needed right now since I was honestly struggling to shake off what Kimberly had said about me.
I mean, even for as awful as it was, the Instagram thot shit had rolled off my back pretty easily since it wasn’t the first, third, or even thousandth time I’d heard that.
But having Kendall’s poor play blamed on me?
Being called a distraction?
And then hearing Kendall disagree, only for him to change his mind a few seconds later?
All of that bothered me. And I knew part of it was because,well, it wasn’t as far-fetched as I wanted it to be, that thought leading me to blurt, “Y’all, what if she was right? What if our relationshipisbecoming a distraction?”
Like I was being ridiculous, Zara laughed as she argued, “Kiki, there are at least fifty other players on that roster. You alone arenotthe problem with that damn team.”
“Maybe not me alone,” I sighed. “But Icouldbe contributing if I’m somehow knocking Kendall off his game. I mean, he is the leader after all.”
“Kiki, stoooop,” Gianna dragged. “This is Snoop’s first full year as a starting quarterback in the league, and I’m pretty sure that nigga wasn’t bouncing from team to team and/or riding the bench every year before now for no reason.”
“Damn, Gi,” Zara responded, speaking for the both of us since…did she really have to go that hard on my man, though?
Shrugging, Gianna replied, “I’m just sayin’. Even with his hot start to the season, growing pains are still to be expected. And that shit ain’t gotnothin’to do with you.”
Maybe she was right.
Or maybe she was wrong, and it hadeverythingto do with me.
Either way, I didn’t feel good about it as I swallowed down what was left of my wine just as the doorbell started to ring. And since everyone who was anyone was already here, I was confused on who it could be, making me anxious as I left my friends in the living room to go answer it and was greeted with a polished smile.
“Hi. You must be Kiki.”
“And you are?”
“I’m a friend of your father’s,” the woman answered, already peeking behind me as she asked, “Is he here?”
Frowning, I simultaneously blocked her view while telling her, “No. He doesn’t live in Houston.”
“Oh, I know,” she replied with a wave of her hand. “But he told me he was coming back to visit this week. Maybe he mixed up his dates. Could you tell him I stopped by?”
She was talking so quickly that I almost forgot to mention, “I didn’t get your name.”
But instead of actually giving it to me, the woman just smirked as she answered, “He’ll know who I am,” leaving me to watch as she strolled off my porch and then hopped into a black SUV that sped off the second she shut the door.
“That was weird,” I said to myself, repeating the same thing to my friends when I made it back to the living room.
“Who was it? One of those new school Jehovah’s Witnesses?” Penelope asked, her question striking a memory for Zara who said, “Listen. The last one who visited my house was so damn fine, I almost let him come in to spread the gospelandmy legs.”
While Gianna and Penelope both started laughing, I was still stuck on the eeriness of that random visit, shaking my head as I told my friends, “It wasn’t them. It was some lady looking for my dad. But she didn’t even tell me her name. Just asked me to tell him she’d stopped by and said he’ll know who she is.”
“They must be fuckin’,” Zara concluded, the side-eye I immediately shot her way making her quick to defend, “What? That’s the only logical explanation for a visit like that.”
Sure, it was a possibility. But something about the way the woman had acted,and how she’d left, made it feel a little deeper than that, prompting me to grab my phone as I decided, “I’m gonna give him a call.”
It only took a couple taps to dial my father up and a couple seconds for him to answer, his voice sounding completely normal,cheery even, when he said, “Hey, baby girl. What’s goin’ on?”
“Ummm… some lady just came by my house looking for you.”
