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good with Edgar too. But Edgar called me from the DR
right before Jazz came over. So I guess I had him kind of on my mind—”
    “While she was getting pipe from Jazz.”
    “Well that wasn’t very nice, Frankie.”
    “Trudy, do you think I did it on purpose?”
    “I guess not, but you’re always talking about that Dominican
guy. What’s his name again?”
    “Edgar.”
    “Edgar. So it was just a matter of time before you slipped
up and brought him up at the wrong time. I mean weren’t you and Yvette just
down there right before you met Jazz?”
    “Yeah, but that was over four months ago.”
    “That’s not that long ago, Frankie.”
    “It’s long ago enough,” Yvette fussed. “When are we gonna
get back down there, Frankie?”
    “Frankie’s in a relationship, Yvette.”
    “Yeah, but is it a committed relationship?” Yvette
challenged.
    “Neither Jazz nor I is seeing anybody else right now.”
    “See, it’s a committed relationship,” Trudy declared
triumphantly.
    “I didn’t say that, Trudy.”
    “She didn’t say that, Trudy.”
    “Hush, Yvette. But you and Jazz agreed not to see anybody
else.”
    “Not exactly.”
    “What do you mean not exactly?”
    “We didn’t actually agree not to see anybody else, we just
informed each other that we weren’t seeing anybody else.”
    “That’s a real slippery slope, sister-girl,” Trudy said,
visibly disappointed. “So how did he take it?”
    “Take what?”
    “When you called him—what’s his name?”
    “Edgar.”
    “Edgar.”
    “He was hurt.”
    “Poor thing.”
    “Poor thing?” Yvette stretched her eyes. “Who the fuck did
he think he was fucking? Mother Teresa?”
    “Watch it, Diva. I am almost old enough to be his mother.”
    “No, that’s not what I meant, Frankie. I mean did he really
think he was your first piece of ass?”
    “That’s what I tried to explain to him, but he was still
hurt. I could tell. But then again, Edgar really is hot. Both of them are. Next
time I’m down in the DR with Edgar, I might end up calling out Jazz’s name.”
    “So you are planning to cheat on Jazz with Edgar.”
    “If we’re not in a committed relationship, how is it
cheating?”
    “All I know is you are just too busy, Miss Frankie. I am so
glad Michael is all the man I need.”
    “You mean Michael is all the man you got.”
    “Michael is all the man I got, Yvette, because he’s all the
man I need.” Trudy then turned back to Frankie. “So I guess marriage for you
and Jazz is a moot point.”
    “Trudy, I don’t want to get married again.”
    “Well at least not until after we make a run down to the
DR,” Yvette said. “I’m a little low on oil. I need a refill.”
    “You always need a refill,” Trudy muttered.
    “That’s ‘cause my engine is always overheating.”
    “Yeah, I could use a little Dominican lube myself,” Frankie
mused.
    “So what the hell are you waiting for? It’s hiatus. We could
run down there for a couple of weeks, maybe three and be back in time for pilot
season.”
    “Yeah, we could, couldn’t we?”
    “Yeah, girl. Come on.”
    “So what are you going to do about Jazz?” Trudy interrupted.
    “He’ll be so busy with Obama, he won’t even know she’s
gone,” Yvette defended.
    “I doubt that,” Frankie muttered. Her phone rang. She
checked the caller ID “Speaking of which.” She clicked on her phone. Trudy and
Yvette went still with silence. “Hey, baby.” Frankie’s voice was suddenly sweet
and bright.
    “Hey gorgeous lady,” Jazz answered her in his sexy baritone.
“I was thinking about you.”
    “I was thinking about you too.”
    “So how’s your day so far?”
    “I’m actually having lunch with my girls.”
    “Trudy and Yvette?”
    “Yep.”
    “Tell them I said ‘hi’.”
    “Jazz says hi, girls,” she told them.
    “Hi Jazz!” they answered back in unison.
    “Will I see you tonight?” he asked Frankie.
    “Well I certainly hope so,” Frankie answered back