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Dropping my head with a chuckle, I said, “A’ight, man. I’ll be there.”
CHAPTER9
VANN
Leaning against the counter in my baby sister’s big ass kitchen, I grabbed a carrot from a veggie tray and asked, “So who all is coming to this thing? Your two BFFs and their rich husbands?”
With her back to me as she stacked plates on the butcher block island, she replied, “Only one still has a rich husband. I told you Brooklyn got a divorce like forever ago.”
Biting into the carrot, I shrugged. “Figured she had another one. That’s her thing, isn’t it? Marrying rich dudes?”
“Actually, she’s turned over a new leaf. She’s working, going to grad school and coparenting her daughter.”
“Hmm. So is that it? Jovani’s folks ain’t coming?”
“No. One of their boys is sick. That’s why Jovani’s picking up the main dishes from their house instead of them bringing them.”
I nodded. “I see he still ain’t gave me a reason to kill him. You got a good dude, sis. I’m happy for you.”
She turned and smiled at me. “I did.”
“Hey, where’s Romey-D? I ain’t heard her running around here.”
“She’s with Jojo’s grandmother, his dad’s mom. She loves that little girl.”
“Who doesn’t?”
“Yeah.”
We fell quiet as she continued preparing for her guests and I caught myself adjusting my eye patch more than once. I hated wearing it, but I hated the stares more. And of course the prosthetic eye was out of the question.
“You look good. Too skinny, but good. I miss Fat Vann.”
My eye popped wide. “I ain’t never been fat a day in my life. I was husky.”
“Husky, stout, whatever. They’re all euphemisms for fat.”
“Ohhhh, so a motherfucker whose nickname is cake thinks she’s not fat? Shiiiiiid! You got them Mama Yura jiggly arm genes too. Don’t front.”
“My nickname isPattycake, you damn country bumpkin.”
“Shit, ain’t that some food? You like food. Used to fuck up a box of Little Debbies. I couldn’t get a corner of a zebra cake to save my life!”
“What about you and them fried bologna sandwiches? You used to make them quadruple decker!”
“And your little rotund ass was always begging me to make you one!”
“Hell yeah! I knew fat people could cook!”
“But you fat and can’t half cook. Word on the streets is you cooked some internet chess pies one time.”
She gasped. “Jojo told you about that?”
With a smirk, I nodded. “Yes he did, ole hungry hungry hippo ass.”
“Fat Albert!”
“Ole swole ass girl!”
