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sad part is, as if that’s not bad enough, rumor is, that he has some children he doesn’t even know about. Yes, Rolling Stone Roosevelt is the name he answers to with misdirected pride.
    Speaking of a true player-player by the way, excuse me. “Yo, boss man, what’s up?” I asked my buddy Carlos Jenkins while headed past the front door of the hospital. It sounded like he had me on speaker.
    “I can’t call it. You tell me, bro.”
    I adjusted my Bluetooth, waving to the security guard. “I’m just headed up the elevator to begin an operation. How about you?”
    He spoke on the heels of a yawn. “Man, I’m just getting out of bed, and might even go back for a couple of hours. I’m not leaving the house today, even for a minute. Superwoman Alice just left, and my ass is spent. My rear end is sore, just from pumping it all night long. That girl is a nympho from way back.”
    “You always did like the ones that had stamina.”
    “Oh, you know it.” He bumped a full-volume Jay Z tune. “So, any word from your Latina lover, Salina, with the jealous, deadly husband?”
    “Yeah, I saw her not long ago.”
    A passerby in the hallway offered a nod and a smile. “Good morning, Dr. Worthy.” Tall and sturdy, with a broad jaw and damn near a shaved head, Dr. Lois Taylor walked by looking stern, a far cry from the friendly tone of her greeting.
    “Good morning.” I swore she needed a good enema, or a tight vagina. She had to be swinging or swung, one of ‘em.
    Carlos continued. “You’re still hitting that, dude? Salina I mean.” The word
astonished
best describes his tone.
    “Man, somehow it’s even better now than it was before. I can’t figure it out.”
    “You’re the man. Must be that revenge thing. So old girl can get down, huh?”
    “You always worry me when you ask that. Hey look, dude, let me hit you up later. I need to chill for a minute before I get started. I’m just nowwalking into my office.” I tossed my briefcase on my desk.
    “No problem, do your thing. I’ll get back. Hey, if you see that babe named Mary Jane, tell her I’ll give her a call this afternoon.”
    “Later, C.”
    I’ve known long-dong Carlos since college. We were roommates. He’s the product of a Hispanic mother and a black father. He brags with pride that anatomically, he takes after his father. For some reason, he always felt like he had to compete with me, and it drove me crazy. For so long he tried so hard to hit on the women who liked me, that I just had to accept the fact that we were going to duplicate efforts. We’ve traded, passed along and shared stories. But, in a way, that crap grows tired. There are enough women in this world to go around without sharing, for sure. It just seems that we’d always end up in the same places.
    Like here at the hospital. He’s an on-call engineer who services the scanners and x-ray machines, so I see him while I’m here more than I see him outside of work. I knew he was eyeing my curvy Mary Jane. It’s so like him to let me know that maybe there’s some interest by telling me to give her a message for him. I ain’t telling her a damn thing. If she’s interested, that’s between them. If he knows me at all, he knows I am or was getting that. Maybe that turns him on even more. And now dude is asking about Salina. I just know he’ll find a way to date, or should I say screw, her, too. That’s just how Carlos rolls. They say your friends say a lot about you. And I guess they’re right. Yes, unfortunately, I guess they’re right.

Chapter 7
    A fter performing a successful bypass surgery on a forty-year-old male, I took a moment to sit and just be still.
    That was the whole point of my regular meditation … to breathe and concentrate, attempting to gain mental focus and clarity. You have to have some way to balance your life with the complex procedures that I perform. I learned that in medical school.
    I looked over at the grease board on my wall. The date rang of