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but Reno was no
Boyzie.   They weren’t going to work with
him.
    And just as Trina was thinking about all of
those underhanded, bright ideas Jazz used to come up with the short time she
did work at the PaLargio, Jazz came up with another one.
    “You think the PaLargio could give me another
chance?” she asked.   “Since Reno won’t be
there, I mean.   He won’t even have to
know I’m working there.”
    “But he still owns the place, Jazz.   Nobody there is going to hire you back
without Reno’s approval.”
    Jazz shook her head.
    “What?”
    “He ruined our friendship.”
    “ He ruined
it?”
    “Hell, yeah, Reno ruined it!   We used to be tight, but ever since you met
that man it’s been all about Reno all the time.    That man has taken over your life.   Everywhere you go he’s got to know where you
are.   Why he got to know your whereabouts
all the time?   You don’t have no GPS on his ass, why he got to have one on yours?   And from what I’m hearing, Tree, he’s the one
who needs the GPS.   I’m still amazed you
don’t realize that.”
    Trina knew where Jazz was coming from.   Because she used to be all sanctimonious and
certain just like her.   She used to
declare up and down how she could never be like those love struck females who
were clueless about their men cheating right up under their noses.   She used to wonder what was wrong with those
sisters, and why would they stay with a cheater like that.   Now her old friend Jazz was trying to act as
if Trina was clueless, too.   Let her tell
it Reno was sleeping around right under Trina’s nose and because Trina didn’t
believe it, she was now no different than those same women they used to
despise.  
    “Don’t sweat it, Jazz,” Trina said, to end
that line of conversation.
    “I’m not sweatin’ it.   I’m just trying to tell you what I know,”
replied Jazz.
    But Trina never gave an inch when it came to
her marriage.   “All I can tell you,”
Trina said, “is that you worry about what your man is doing, and I’ll worry
about mine.”   Trina looked her friend
dead in the eye when she said this.
    “Hey,” Jazz said, her
hands in the air, “I was just telling you what I heard.”
    “And I’m just telling you what you heard isn’t
true.”
    “Yeah, okay,” Jazz said with a grin.   “I guess when you’re in love it’s always
easier to play dumb.”
    “I guess so,” Trina said strongly, although
she felt hurt inside.   She knew Jazz had
her bad side, and she also knew she could never do business with a woman like
her, but she was just trying to hold onto her friendship.   The only female friend she had.   Now, she realized, that was going to be impossible.   Jazz didn’t care for Reno when Reno, in
truth, was Trina’s life.   She should have
left it alone.   Coming here, she now
realized, was a mistake.
    The sudden tenseness was interrupted, to both
their relief, when Boyzie walked over.   “Hello, there, Mrs. Gabrini,” he said as he came.   “You’re looking very prosperous tonight.”
    It took some effort, but Trina managed to
smile.   “Hello, yourself, Boyzie.   You’re still working these girls too hard?”
    “A man’s got to earn a living.   Hit the stage, Jazz,” he added.   Then he smiled, as Jazz began to get up.   “Care to join her?”
    Trina was surprised.   “Join her?   What do you mean?”
    “I strip now,” Jazz said without
hesitation.   “Can you wait until after my
set?   It won’t take long.”   Then the dagger: “Or are you too busy?”
    Again, Trina felt on the spot.   But she wasn’t about to let Jazz get under
her skin any more than she already had.   “Actually, I do have to leave,” she said, standing too.
    Jazz stared at her.   For the first time since her arrival, Trina
could clearly see the resentment.
    “Have a safe trip,” Jazz said, and then
left.  
    And Trina knew, as she was leaving too, that
there was nothing, nothing at all, that