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he say to you to make you cuss him out like you did?”
    “Girl, that muthafucka’ had a nerve to flip out on me like I’m supposed to be down for him or something.”
    “Now, I know you lying!” Rhonda exclaimed.
    “No, I’m not. That’s why I flipped out on his stupid ass! And told him don’t call me, call them trifling-ass baby mamas of his. And just so happens his baby-mama Frances was on the other end and heard me. So, she said, “Bitch, you the one trifling!” So, I got right back in her ass real quick. And then I jumped in his and told them both to kiss my ass and hung up.”
    “That’s what his ass gets. Got that hoe on the other end listening to y’all conversation like that shit is cool.”
    “I know,” I said and then I sighed. “He always does some of the stupidest shit known to man.”
    “Did y’all bring up the subject about Sunshine?”
    “Hell nah! I mean for what? She sho’ ain’t no threat to me, sitting behind bars with his dumb ass. That’s exactly what they asses get. They deserve one another.”
    “You sho’ ain’t lying about that. I just can’t believe how she had the balls to come in this shop everyday doing hair at her station and smiling like she was your friend and then as soon as she steps foot out the front door, she’s dead on your husband’s dick. Now tell me that ain’t some scandalous shit!”
    “Yeah, it was. And that’s why they’re both paying for it now, with their nasty asses!”
    “Did you tell him that you’re filing for divorce?”
    “Nah, I ain’t tell him. I’m just going to wait until he gets the papers.”
    “So, how long is that going to take?”
    “Well, my lawyer told me that we’re going to have to be separated for a year before a judge will grant it.”
    “But, did you tell your lawyer that Ricky is locked up?”
    “Yeah, but he said that it didn’t matter,” I began telling her. Before I could finish my sentence, the back door to the shop opened and out came my cousin, Nikki.
    “There you are,” she said, smiling from ear to ear.
    So I smiled back and replied, “What’s up with that big-ass smile on your face?”
    “Yeah. Who done made you all happy and shit?” Rhonda interjected.
    “I just met this guy named Syncere from New Jersey. And believe me when I tell you, that that cat is fine to death.”
    “Girl, don’t be falling for niggas from up top. ’Cause they’ll get your ass in trouble.”
    “Nikki, don’t listen to cousin’s male-bashing ass because he might be a winner. Now tell me what kind of whip he’s driving.”
    “A silver Range Rover.”
    “What year?” Rhonda’s questions continued.
    “I don’t know but it looks like a 2005 model.”
    “Did he tell you what he does for a living?” I asked her because so far it sounds like this cat Syncere is a fucking hustler.
    “Well, he said he owns that car wash off Brambleton Ave. It’s right across the street from Norfolk State University.”
    “That ain’t nothing but a front,” I commented.
    Rhonda sucked her teeth and responded, “You don’t know that for sure.”
    “Yeah, you’re right. But these days you can’t believe everything a nigga tells you.”
    “Now, I’ll agree with you on that,” Rhonda interjected once more.
    And again, before I could get a word in, the back door to the shop opened up. This time it was April poking her head outside the door.
    “Rhonda, Tony told me to tell you to come out front.”
    “What? He was beeping the horn or something?” Rhonda asked.
    “Nah. He called the phone and told me to tell you to come outside. So, I told him okay.”
    “A’ight. Thanks,” Rhonda told April as she began to put herself in motion to walk back into the salon. “I’ll be right back y’all,” she told me and Nikki and then she was off.
    Now after the back door closed and Rhonda was out of sight, I took a deep breath and told Nikki that I had something very important to tell her.
    “What is it?” she wondered aloud.
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