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self-conscious, I shift nervously in my seat but remain silent.
    “I mean, it was a little while after I got with your sister.”
    “Do you regret choosing her over me?”
    “What?” he spits out.
    Oh, heck. It seems like I’ve made him mad, something I don’t want to do. It’s too soon to make the man mad.
    “No, I mean I understand that you loved her from the beginning and that’s cool, but I was thinking since you said you always wondered about me.”
    “What I meant, Little Mama, is that even though I met both of you at the same time, and yeah, I kind of hit it off so well with Rachel that we kind of did our thing from there, I never forgot about that night when you and I …”
    Mmm. Jeff is talking about how all of us met. We were at a mutual friend’s house. A woman named Gail who knew a million people decided to host a party during the NFL championships. There were approximately a dozen men in Gail’s house and thirty-five women, and Jeff was one of the men. He was introduced to me first, and Rachel later. A couple of sparks passed between us, and we held a nice, brief, flirty conversation. Then he left me standing there so he could mingle. I guess, from a man’s standpoint, there was so much eye candy in the house, why be tied down to one woman? Later on, he met Rachel, and they connected so strongly that he ended up talking to her for the rest of the day.
    When I was ready to go home, that’s when he found out that Rachel and I were half sisters. Jeff was nice and polite. He acted like he hadn’t eyed me only hours before meetingRachel, but I let it go. How could I make claims on a guy I just met? Especially since he and Rachel went on to become a couple a month later. Once they started hanging out, I’d be very friendly with him. He’d act fun-loving with me, too. I felt a little hurt, but accepted that they were lovers. When they got engaged I even bought them a congratulatory gift. But I never forgot what might have happened between me and Jeff. And now that they’ve broken up, here’s my chance to continue our initial, albeit short, encounter that had me wondering about him ever since that party. Maybe he wondered about me, too. Shoot, he might be my future husband. You just never know. I sure plan on finding out what the future holds for me and Mr. Jeffrey Williams.

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R ACHEL
    You Gotta Protect Yourself
    Marlene didn’t come home until almost one in the morning. I seriously wonder what she could have been doing all that time. I pretended to be asleep when I heard her open the front door. We live in a split bedroom apartment, and she went straight to the left side of the unit and didn’t come to my side to say good night, “Hey dog,” nothing.
    Sleazeballs usually feel too guilty to say anything. It’s all good.
    I’m sure I’ll find out the truth one day. What the hell does she think she’s doing?
    Early this morning Marlene showers and leaves for work before I even have a chance to fully get up. I lie motionless in my bed so I can hear her in case she’s whispering on her phone (she isn’t). Listening to see if she prays to the Lord like she normally does every morning (she doesn’t). Hmm. And I prick up my ears to notice if she’s singing “My Sweet Lord,” or if she’s belting out “Sexual Healing.” She sings neither. Thank God she didn’t, because although the girl won’t admit it, she’s no Mary J. Blige, and she definitely wouldn’t make the top thirty-two on American Idol .
    So I am actually very relieved when Marlene finally pulls herself together and rushes out the door. As soon as she leaves I go directly to her room, fling open her door, and invite myself in. I sure do.
    As usual, her bed is unmade. Typical. Fat and slobby. Why can’t Jeff notice these little details? I go straight to her dirty clothes basket and carefully examine the pile of clothes.
    Hmm, bingo. Her panties. Rather, a thong . Can you believe that mess? How can someone who’s damn