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    “Is there ever a moment that goes by when you’re not trying to bullshit some woman?” Kelly was in one of her moods again.
     
    “Hey, Kelly! What’s wrong? Did your man cut you off the good stuff again? I told you, all you have to do is stop walking around with five layers of clothes on. You’re not fooling anyone. I know your body looks good underneath all the stuff you try to hide it underneath,” I teased her.
     
    As expected, she didn’t respond to my comments. “Stephanie’s attorneys called me. They want to schedule a meeting.”
     
    Damn! “Mood killer. Why now? How many times do we have to do this?” I was annoyed by how often Stephanie and her attorneys came up with ways to drag out the proceedings.
     
    “I told you, things were going to get worse before they got better. I don’t know what they want yet. You know how they are -- always trying to sound mysterious. Ominous even. But I’m not swayed by their crap. So, wipe your schedule clean. They want to meet at six o’clock this evening. And check this crap out; they want to meet in my office. Are they kidding me? Like I need some stripper and her highfalutin attorneys hanging around my house!” Kelly worked from home. She kept a small office on the north side but it sat rarely used, reserved for special occasions. She had a law partner, but preferred to work in separate spaces most of the time.
     
    “I can’t. I can’t meet them tonight. I have a date,” I said. “Can’t you handle it for me? Isn’t that what I’m paying you to do -- handle all my problems?”
     
    Kelly didn’t respond immediately. True to form, she was always trying to juggle a number of projects at once.
     
    “Did you hear me?” I asked her. “What is all the noise? What are you doing anyway?”
     
    “I’m putting a roast in the crock pot while also washing dishes, folding laundry, and trying to get this damn dog to stop humping my leg. Oh, and let’s not forget to mention, doing what I can to help you keep your kid,” Kelly said, sarcasm oozing out of every word.
     
    I slumped into the leather armchair in my home office. “See, we’re both busy people. Can’t we reschedule this meeting? I really need to go on this date tonight.”
     
    “What; did your skanks move on to some other jerk football player?” she asked.
     
    “I’m serious, Kelly. I have to go on this date. It’s part of my plan to keep Edge, so work with me here. Help me out and reschedule this meeting. Please. I’m begging you,” I pleaded with her to help me out.
     
    She sighed into the phone. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but whatever it is, you better not jack up all the work I’ve done on your case. Better yet, why don’t you tell me about your plan? This ought to be interesting.”
     
    If I wasn’t so fond of her, I would have said something about her comments, but I knew she had my best interest at heart. “I’m going to ask someone to marry me,” I said, feeling proud of myself for taking the initiative to find a suitable mate. “One who will help me keep my son and make me look like a good solid man. I’m not going to ask her today, but I’m working my way up to it.”
     
    “Please tell me, you’re drunk because that’s the only thing that would make what you said make sense. Are you out of your gourd? Who do you plan on marrying all of a sudden because, last I checked, you were juggling three or four different little groupies? If it’s one of them, cut the relationship off now!” Kelly didn’t mince words. She always had something to say about all the women who loved me. She hated all of them. I think, she secretly wanted me and reacted the way she did out of jealousy.
     
    “It’s not one of them. I’m not dumb. Give me some credit, baby. I found someone way better. She’s the perfect package. She fine. She has a banging body and a brain,” I explained.
     
    I could practically hear Kelly rolling her eyes at me.
     
    “Oh,