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“Who? Her?” He twisted his lips. “She was just calling some random negroYour Majesty,” he teased, imitating her voice. “Before I came to pick you up.”
Laughter peeled from Lisa, and a gasp shot from Cynthia. “Young man, no, you didn’t!” Cynthia shouted.
Langston’s guffaw was deep and filled with amusement. “Am I lying?”
“Yes! No! Yes!” Cynthia stuttered, and Langston whispered, “See? She’s trying to get her lie straight.”
Tickled to death, tears sprang from Lisa’s eyes.
“He’s not a random negro!”
More laughter shuffled around the room, and Cynthia slapped her face in embarrassment. “Oh, God…”
“If he’s not random, then who is he to you?”
“He might be your stepfather soon, so you better watch it, mister.”
Their laughs stuck in their throats as their eyes widened in shock. Lisa glanced at Langston’s shocked face and back to Cynthia.
“Oh, I knew you two were closer, but this is a secret too important to keep to yourself.”
“Why?”
“Here you are trying to see how close me and Lisa are, and all of this time, you and the king are close enough to wed?” Langston asked, his tone incredulous.
Cynthia sighed. “No, we’re not. I was just playing around.”
Langston shook his head. “Oh, no. You don’t get to turn the tables on me. Let me call Tristan, Derek, and Malik.”
“Young man, if you pick up that phone, I’m putting you out and removing your spare key privileges.”
Lisa’s eyes widened as she looked at Langston, who was halted in his tracks.
“So that’s how it is?”
Cynthia sighed and pursed her lips. “We’re not close enough to wed. We live light-years apart; I only know what he’s told me and what I saw in his brief visits; I don’t know him very well.”
“But youwantto get to know him well?”
“I do.”
“Ah, now we’re getting somewhere.”
“He’s not some random negro. One could say he’s my special friend. Like you said, Lisa was your special friend.”
Lisa swallowed thickly, and her eyes met up with Langston’s gaze.
Langston understood completely now. His mother was instrong likewith the King. It was time he and his brothers had a talk with him.
“Okay. He’s not some random negro,” Langston agreed.
“No...” Lisa chimed in. “He’s her royal majesty.”
Cynthia blushed. “I’ll get us more cake.”
And with that, she turned and hurried away.
Sixteen
