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that’s what he did.”
    â€œYou say what now?” London said, stunned. “Wit’ who?”
    â€œGuess.”
    London paused for a brief second, then gasped.
    â€œNo.” Her mouth fell open.
    â€œYep,” Farrah said, nodding. “Jade.”
    â€œI feel like I’ma faint. I gotta sit down.” London slid down the wall and fell to the floor in a heap.
    â€œNow you see how I feel,” Farrah chuckled, wiping the tears from her face.
    â€œWhat is yo’ ass doing here? Why you ain’t in jail?”
    â€œI’m too pretty for jail—besides, his punk ass ain’t even worth it.” Farrah waved her hand.
    â€œYou better than me, ’cause I would be in handcuffs and a straitjacket right about now.” London rolled her neck. “How did you find out? Did he tell you?”
    â€œHell, naw. A letter came in the mail from DFS,” Farrah explained.
    â€œGet the fuck outta here.”
    â€œMmm-hmm.” Farrah pursed her lips as Mills called her phone again for the umpteenth time.
    â€œIs that him?”
    â€œYep.” Farrah sent his call to voice mail.
    â€œRemember yesterday when we were talkin’ and I rushed you off the phone?”
    London nodded.
    â€œThat’s when I found out.”
    â€œWhat did Mills say when you confronted him?”
    â€œThat it ain’t his. Ooh,” Farrah said excitedly. “The baby is a lil’ girl and guess what the bitch named her?”
    â€œWhat?” London cocked her head to the side and tuned up her face.
    â€œJaysin . . . Cori . . . Mills. Now, how you like them apples?” Farrah pointed her index finger.
    â€œBitch, you lyin’?”
    â€œI put that on my new Celine bag.” Farrah held up her right hand as if she was under oath.
    â€œOh, she tried it,” London stressed. “Jade need to get somewhere and have every seat in Busch Stadium.”
    â€œRight,” Farrah agreed. “The court is ordering Mills to take a paternity test because Jade wants child support. But apparently Mills has been paying her every month for the past year. So something must’ve happened between them that made her mad. ’Cause why else would she suddenly decide to file papers on him.”
    â€œSo who ass you wanna kick first, hers or his? ’Cause all I gotta do is change outta this skirt.”
    â€œGirl, I couldn’t fight nobody right now if I tried.” Farrah placed her head down and paused. “I just don’t know what to do.” Tears slid down her cheeks.
    â€œI mean, it’s obvious that you still love him, ’cause love don’t go away in a matter of hours. The question is, Do you love him enough to stay with him, get married, and play stepmama to his demon-seed baby?” London probed.
    â€œI honestly don’t know.” Farrah shook her head. “I just can’t believe this nigga been lying to me for a year straight like it was nothing. Like all of those times we talked about having another baby and this nigga already got another bitch pregnant! I mean, he sat there and let me look like a complete and utter fool. That’s what hurts the most.”
    â€œDo you think the baby is his?”
    â€œYeah,” Farrah said confidently. “It’s obvious that it is. Who would give a chick money for a year for a baby that ain’t his and on top of that, go to such great lengths to hide it? But let him tell it ain’t his. That’s all he keep on sayin’— it ain’t mine ,” she mimicked Mills.
    â€œIdk, friend. And look, I ain’t never the one to tell nobody to leave they man, ‘cause I ain’t the one laying up wit’ you at night. Now, I’ll hold your hand in the morning, but that’s about all I can do—”
    â€œWill you shut up?” Farrah laughed.
    â€œSeriously, I don’t wanna be that friend that be like, Girl fuck him, leave his wack ass