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As a dancer, it was a must for me. She’d been making it since I was a child for my mother, and when I got of age, Aunt Rose insisted I began right away. The times I’d been inconsistent with it was when I was reminded of her rare wisdom. I couldn’t recall how much of it I had back home, but I knew I hadn’t requested another bottle recently. Even more, I paid for her to ship the concoction to me. Since when had it been necessary for me to go all the way down toDellafor a pickup?
“Spittin’ blood?” Jas’ alarming tone arrested my attention.
My body tensed because I knew it had to be Juggy he was speaking to. The constant vibrating of both Jas’ phones was what had awakened me this morning in his bed. When I reached for them, I saw several names populated on the screen. The two catching my attention the most were Juggy and Josie’s.
“Yo, you good?Wait—hol’ up!” Jas didn’t exactly yell but was spirited when inclining in his seat. “Who with you?” Jas exhaled, dropping his head and rubbing his neck at the same time. Then he nodded. “A’ight. A’ight, man. Say less.” But thissay lesswas in the spirit of defeat.
The moment I registered Jas ended the call, I asked, “What’s going on?”
Leaning his torso over between his thick, muscular legs while shaking his head, Jas groaned, “That’s the problem; nobody fuckin’ knows. The nigga go back and forth to the emergency rooms, urgent care facilities, and even a specialist a month ago. Everybody wanna run expensive ass tests, but no fuckin’ body got no answers.”
My heart rented. I’d been including Juggy in my list of prayers. I knew God had to have been sick of my voice by now. Praying had been new in my recent pursuit of contentment. But I’d been earnest and persistent with them.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to the deep groves of his broad back. “I wish there was something I could do.” That sounded as helpless as it was useless. We all wished there was something we could do.
Then Jas’ tight, lustrous coils roved up and back, his heavy eyes on me.
“When’d you meet Haris Elba?”
I waited for her to lie.
Please don’t lie…
Ashira’s face opened wide, and she blinked. “Oh, wow! That’s a change of topic.Ummmm…” She pouted. “Do you know him?”
“I asked you a question, Ashira.”
I watched closely as her forehead wrinkled, and she shook her head. “Last summer.”
I quickly did the mental math. “You were on tour with Ragee.”
“Yeah,” she delivered in a “duh” manner.
“How?”
Ashira frowned. Between my sudden questions and having to think, I got this wasn’t fun for her. “At a club.”
“Where?”
“Wales…Cardiff.”
“Is that it?”
Her eyes rolled into the air, lips twisted. “Then again, on the next stop in England.”
I nodded, recalling that leg of the tour, too. London.
This muthafucka!
I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. My damn heart was fucking racing. This shit grew more delicate by the detail.
“And what happened? Did y’all…” I cleared my throat.
Ashira’s neck snapped, eyes turned seductive. “Did we what, Jas?”
“Go out?”
“Once or twice, yes?”
