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They had gotten their feet and nails taken care of already.
    “ What’re you doing for your birthday?” Nancy asked me as she painted my nails in fire-engine red.
    “ Nothing big,” I replied. “Last year my mom surprised me with a huge super sweet sixteen bash so this year I’m gonna do something on a much smaller scale. I’ve got the V.I.P room at Excellence reserved for friends and family. We’re just gonna chill and pop a few bottles.”
    “ I hear that,” she joked. “So why didn’t I get invited?”
    I knew Nancy was pulling my leg. She was funny like that. She was an overweight dark skin lady in her mid-thirties who was more interested in Sunday service, than Saturday night clubbing.
    “ I thought I mailed that shit about a month ago,” I joked back. “You got your invite right Theresa?” I directed at my stylist who was sewing tracks in Keya’s hair.
    “ Damn sure did,” she said, popping her hips and shaking her ass, looking ghetto fabulous. “You I’ll be up in there breaking it down.”
    We all started cracking up.
    “You young bitches and all that booty popping shit,” Nancy teased. “One of these days that thing is gonna fall off while you’re shaking it.”
    “ I know this fat ass of mine is stuck on me with crazy glue,” Theresa replied. “No matter how much a nigga be grabbing on it and slapping on it, it ain’t falling off, so a little shaking can’t do it any harm. And I’m sure you bitches with fat asses know what I’m talking about.” She pointed her index finger at Keya and then me.
    “ I’m with you on that one girl,” Keya said, high-fiving Theresa. “I know this ass of mine is glued on firm, because as big as it is, it would have fallen off a long time ago.”
    “ Chile please,” said Nancy. “That’s not an ass that’s a continent. Shit got its own zip and country code.”
    I nearly fell of f my chair I was laughing so hard.
    “ You know the dudes love this big old booty of mine,” Keya bragged.
    “ Ain’t nothing a nigga loves more than a fat ass booty,” Nancy agreed, “But on the real though; Angel where Mina at? I ain’t seeing her in a minute.”
    “She hangs in The City most of the time kicking it with her man.”
    “ She’s still with that fool Boss?”
    “ Yeah she’s still with him,” I answered. “Why are you asking?”
    “ Because I saw him at the mall the other day baby shopping with some pregnant chick; my cousin Nana is acquainted with this chick and she told Nana that Boss is her man. That they’ve been together three years and now they’re gonna have a baby together,” she replied. “Girl mad young too, I think she’s about your age. You know me and your mama cool, so I had to report back on that shit.”
    “ Word,” I nodded, because what else could I say when I already knew the nigga was as dirty as his draws. “I’ll definitely fill Mina in on the four-one-one.”
    “ That’s just wrong though,” Theresa commented, “Your mama is way too fly for that type of shit. I don’t know what’s wrong with these dudes today. It’s like you can never find a good faithful one.”
    “ That’s why I don’t keep one, I keep many,” Keya said. That girl had no shame in her game. “I take their money and then send those fools home to their wives, baby mamas and girlfriends.”
    “ I’m starting to think I need to get with your program,” Daisy told her sister. “Carter done got on my very last never for the last time. You know that fool didn’t come home last night again.”
    “ Hell to the nah,” said Theresa with her hands on her hips. “You need to leave that nigga’s shit on the curb.”
    Theresa was well known for beating her husband’s ass down. You would never guess that a pit-bull lived in the body of a five feet, one hundred and thirty pound dark chocolate skin ghetto diva, with wild hair and an ever wilder personality.
    “ He’s going to get his,” Daisy promised.
    “ That’s what you’re always