“Sorry I’m late girl. Traffic on 400 was awful.”
“Damn, you could’ve called or something. You had me sitting here worrying about you; calling and you’re not picking up.”
“Okay, okay. I get the picture mother. I said I was sorry,” she interrupted. Syd shook her head as Andrea took a seat.
“So, what is it you’ve been keeping secrets about?” Andrea asked, folding her arms across her chest. Syd sighed.
“Okay, lets see. Where do I start?”
“Somewhere close to the beginning. The middle is fine, but at some point you’ll have to fill me in on the rest,” Andrea laughed. Syd cracked a smile as the waitress approached their table.
“Hi, my name is Syesha and I’m going to be your waitress for tonight. Can I interest you ladies in something to drink?
“Yes, can I have a glass of Ménage a Trios please?”
“And I’ll have the same,” Syd replied.
“I’ll be back in a minute with your wine.”
“Okay, so what’s going on Syd?”
“It’s nothing new, but as soon as I walked in the door Devin called asking me if we could talk about what happened.”
“So did you talk to him?”
“Hell no! Well, yeah,” she said rolling her eyes. “I talked to him long enough to tell him that we didn’t have anything to talk about.” They laughed. “Girl, he started going on and on about how all he needed was ‘a little attention, some affection and some love.’ Shit, all I needed was a little financial support, but did I cheat on him because he wasn’t giving me that? Uh, no. I basically had to tell him that was some bullshit and then I hung up on his ass,” she laughed.
“The nerve of him. Girl, you’re a good one. I told you that I didn’t trust him or that hoe anyways. Any time you work with women and they ask you more questions about your man than you care to answer - something ain’t right. Girl, you better start recognizing the red flags. Beauty shop hoes are so sneaky,” Andrea stated, shaking her head.
“Yeah, I guess I should’ve seen that one coming. Anybody who calls herself ‘Miss New Booty’ is definitely screaming hoe.”
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