| Black Beans 'N Rice drama-suspense-redemption-love and the search for happiness *Featured on WGN9 Midday News! |
About the story:
It immediately starts where I escape an abusive relationship from a man 15 years older than I was who gave me a place to live when I otherwise didn't have a place to go and begin my new life's journey finally finding the strength to walk away and the courage to let go. You journey with me as I struggle to overcome the scars of low self esteem and lack of self worth one day finding real love for the very first time. In Black Beans 'N Rice love is powerful in meaning and even stronger as it pumps through our veins running deep touching the core of our soul. You reach a crossroad between life and death and for love the decision of sweet revenge takes control. I was stalked by a man that refused to let go. In my blindness I pitied him and wanted the very man that said he loved me- beat me- to one day find happiness for himself. They say that love concurs all and sometimes in love we find friendships are made that can never be broken.
Synopsis:
Spooney was old enough to be her father but he didn't care. It made him feel like he still had it and that made him feel good.It's not all about how you do what you do because Binx was young and didn't know any better. She had fallen head over heels for him because he was different.As Binx applied the finishing touches to her face, her mother walked in and stood next to her, a questioning look in her eyes. She glared from the mirror and said something Binx would never forget."You too pretty of a girl to be with such a old man. You're young and smart... he's just taking away all of your youth." She was quite solemn in the way she spoke.What her mother didn't understand at that time was the damage had already been done and she stayed not because she wanted to, but because she had to. She suffered Spooney's abuse both physically and mentally and walking away wasn't easy because she was afraid.
EXCERPT:
Binx was early to rise and eased out of bed. Spooney was still asleep and this gave her a running start. She stuffed four pillow cases with her favorite things, quickly loading them in the car she parked in front of the building.
“I get the dog and I’m home free…” she thought, stepping inside the apartment door.
“Good morning lady… you up early.” Spooney greeted as she walked in. He was standing in the middle of the hallway, his back facing the bedroom door. “So where you headed to so early?” he asked, a suspicious look in his eye.
She held her nerve trying to remain as normal as possible. “I thought I would go to the laundromat early, beat the crowd you know?” she said impulsively. “I just came up to get Moosie since he hadn’t been out.” she told him locking the leash on his collar.
“Aw I could’ve walked him for you this morning. That way you can go on and get up to the laundromat and come on back here.” he glared toward her rubbing his hand between his legs, sending a message.
Spooney stood about six feet and weighed two hundred pounds. He was fifteen years her senior and Binx was twenty-two and very petite. He pulled the last straw the night before the way he treated his mother at the dinner table. His behavior replayed over and over in her mind, and made her sick to her stomach feeling she couldn’t spend the rest of her life in fear. She recalled the day he struck her face solely based on his speculation that she was seeing another man much younger than he was, and this took him over the edge.
She smiled back at him taking Moosie in her arms. “That’s ok, I can walk ‘em it won’t take long.” she said, keeping in mind he never liked the dog in the first place.
“Well let me help you take your stuff to the car then.”
She quickly replied, “I’ve already done it.” Making her way toward the door.
He turned up his face nodding his head. “I see… I guess you did wanna get there early.”
“Yeah…” she replied, reaching for the door knob.
He tried to speak through the big yawn he gave.
“What…?”
“I said I don’t get a kiss?” he repeated, squinting his eyes.
She gave a short sigh and stepped toward him. Moosie couldn’t stand him and defended Binx as she moved in growling, then showing his teeth.
“That little joker sumthin else.” he laughed, slightly irritated by his behavior.
Binx held Moosie to her side as she kissed him on the lips.
“You’d better hurry up and come on back here girl.” he grinned, easing one hand between her legs.
She pulled away giving a polite smile. “It should only take a few hours. Then we’ll have a wonderful day.” she said, shutting the door behind her. She stood for a moment releasing a big sigh, her legs shook as she headed down the stairs, and her heart beat nearly out of her chest. “This is it Moosie…” she said, holding him tightly. “This is it… I can’t believe how easy that was.” she grinned, giving a sigh of relief as she left the building.
Spooney stood from the window watching as she led Moosie across the street.
“Don’t give him a reason; just stick to the plan… just stick to the plan.” she reminded herself, seeing him from the window. She waved as they continued around the corner on foot, and waited five minutes before heading back to the car.
She made her move taking a quick glance toward the window, noticing he was nowhere in sight. She put Moosie on the front seat and quickly shut the door. She sat behind the wheel and began to panic unable to locate her purse with her keys inside. She felt beneath the front seat and ran her hands across the back frantically hoping to find them. She hung her head over the steering wheel in utter disappointment, her eyes began to swell and she cried hard. “Oh my god what did I do…? How could I have been so stupid, how could I have been so stupid.” she repeated in disbelief. She turned toward Moosie, sitting in the passenger seat, and he hopped over wagging his tail, licking the tears from her face.
“We gotta go back up there…” she spoke softly trying to pull herself together. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, heading back up stairs.
She knocked on the door and he opened it.
“Oh… you decided to come on back up here and take me up on my offer huh?” he grinned.
She took hold of her nerves putting her best foot forward. “I forgot my purse and my keys.” she told him.
“Ok…” he paused, “Now you can stay for a minute if you want too.” he tried to convince her, giving a boyish grin.
“Old ass fucker!” she screamed inside, wanting to slap him in the face. “Nah I gotta make it up there before the crowd comes you know?” She grabbed her purse with keys now in hand, and she stepped toward the door with Moosie by her side.
Spooney gave her a questioning look. “I thought you walked the dog already?”
“Yeah I did.” she said without thinking.
“So why you taking ‘em with you now?”
She paused for a second trying to think.
“You ok lady?” he said becoming suspicious.
She popped her lips shrugging her shoulders. “I guess I wasn’t thinking I can’t be walking up in the laundramat with a dog.” she laughed, trying to play it off. Her heart sank as she led Moosie back into the apartment. She kneeled in front of him unsnapping his collar and squeezed him gently with her left hand. The tears pressed hard against her lids but she refused to allow one to hit her face, she couldn’t at this point she felt her life depended on it.
Spooney stood behind her watching as she came to her feet.
She didn’t turn around sensing he’d notice something was wrong so she headed straight out and down the stairs. “I have to go but I’ll be back in a few hours.” she called.
“Alright baby.” he grinned, shutting the door.
Binx took her seat behind the wheel, tossing her purse on the floor. “Moosie I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry Moosie.” she cried out, starting the ignition. She headed down Chicago Avenue and noticed a pay phone at the corner of Lake Street and stopped, parking her car on the side of the road.
“Lord what am I gonna do…” she thought aloud, rocking back and forth, holding her hand to her mouth. “I can’t go back there… I never wanna see that man again. I can’t do it…” she shook. She caught her nerve and stepped out of the car, running across the street to the pay phone, deciding to give her best friend Hershey a call. Her wallet was empty and she had to call him collect.
“Please answer Hershey… please be there.” she muttered.
The phone was answered by the forth ring.
“This is the operator with a collect call from Bianca, will you accept?”
“From Binx…? Yeah I’ll accept the call.” he replied feeling she’d better have a good excuse for calling him collect.
“Thanks Hershey.” she immediately spoke trying to keep her composure.
“Aw honey what’s the problem?” The sound of her voice made him nervous fearing the worst had happened.
“Hershey I need you to do me a favor.” she stated, trying to catch her breath.
“Girl what is it… what’s happened?”
“I don’t have long Hershey I’m scared… I’ll tell you all about it later and I’ll pay you for this call—”
“Don’t worry about that.” he interrupted.
“I’d like to know if you could three way this call to my house.”
“You mean call you at home?” he listened carefully trying to make sense of it all.
“Spooney is at the house right now and I want you to please three way me to him but not say anything on the phone, you can’t say anything Hershey you hear me?” she warned.
He dialed the number without hesitation, keeping his promise of silence.
Binx swallowed hard feeling the knot in her throat.
“Hello…” Spooney answered.
“Yeah it’s me.”
He grinned taking a seat on the sofa. “You missing me already girl?”
Hershey had a great distaste for Spooney, feeling he was old enough to be her father. Spooney never liked him because he was gay. He held on strong trying to keep his lips sealed.
“Spooney I have something I need to tell you.”
“Oh yeah… I love you too.” he said, feeling a bit full of himself.
“No Spooney I want you to leave. I want you to leave my apartment.” she said modestly, trying not to upset him.
Hershey’s mouth flew wide open and he took a seat at the dining room table.
Spooney took a short pause, thinking about what she’d said. “Now say that again? No wait a minute…” he stopped in mid sentence. “Where are you, let me come up to the laundramat.”
Hearing this, her heart raced fearing he’d catch her out on the street and beat her to death. Her hand began to shake and she held the phone tightly. “I’m not at the laundramat, I’m at a pay phone.”
“A pay phone where?” his voice deepened to a harsh tone.
Hershey came to his feet pacing back and forth in the room, a complete wreck, hoping she wouldn’t disclose her location.
“I—I just wanted to call you and tell you that I want you to leave. I want you to take all of your stuff and I want you out of my house and out of my life forever. I don’t want to see you again, I don’t ever want to be in the same room with you.” she told him.
“I don’t understand where this is coming from…” he shook his head trying to wrap his mind around what he was told. “Have you been talkin ‘ta that mutha-fucker Hershey?!” he lashed.
Hershey squeezed his eyes clinching his teeth together tightly, raising his hand to the heavens above. “I can come ovah there and cut ‘yo dick off right now you old fool…! Lord you’d better help me.” he thought, taking a deep breath, clutching his chest.
“I can’t believe—why are you doing this? You are calling me from a pay phone, let me come where you are so we can talk about this… please.” he begged, trying to lower his tone.
“I don’t want to see you because I’m afraid--”
“Am I that big of a monster?” he said, raising his voice.
“Spooney if you don’t leave I’ll call the police and have them get you outta there. I mean for you to go, please.”
“…humph, so you would actually call the Oak Park Police on me…? Have twelve got-damn cars out there waiting to take my ass to jail? You know how they do out here, this ain’t no Chicago.”
“I’m sorry Spooney I just want you to leave and leave me alone.” she took a short pause, “If you don’t want to leave the apartment just stay and keep everything… I don’t want it. Just let Moosie out and he’ll find me.”
He could see Moosie lying across the front door waiting for her to return. “Why don’t you come and get the dog?”
“No, I won’t be back.”
“Well what’s going to happen to ‘em?” he asked, cutting his eyes in his direction.
“I won’t be back for a few days that should give you enough time to leave. You don’t have to worry about Moosie, feeding him or anything he’ll be alright.”
“So you just goan leave ‘yo dog huh?”
“He’ll be fine until I can see ‘em, I won’t be back to the apartment though.” she explained, hoping he wouldn’t harm him.
“I don’t have much here just a few clothes…” he sighed deeply, taking a long pause. “You don’t have to leave your apartment, I’ll go ahead and leave.” his voice weakened and he began to weep, feeling his back was against the wall. “I wish you would let me see you though, I love you. I wouldn’t do nothing to hurt you.” he said, then changing his words. “I mean I know I hit you before, but all I’m trying to say is that’s something I would never do again, if you could just please…”
“It’ll never work Spooney, I’m too afraid of you and I don’t want to spend my life in fear like this."
About the story:
Centered around a dead man's secret a fatherless son and a brother she never knew. A young boy-Langston befriends a young girl-Dok growing up in the neighborhood easing his way into her life harboring a secret he couldn't reveal resenting the sight of Brooks his father. Later as an adult he seeks revenge only Brooks dies before his golden opportunity now finding himself in a race against time. The search for his true identity falls into the hands of his sister having to justify a brother she never knew -or is he...? It's up to her now to save him.
EXCERPT:
“I would never have imagined a day in January standing on the flawless green of the V.A. Cemetery in Memphis giving a last farewell to my father of eighty years.” she thought, deeply. Dok held on strong keeping her emotions at bay, as she watched the small group around her broken. Her cousin Fish was most surprising since he was known not to have an emotional bone in his body. It must have been the guilt that finally got the best of ‘em, since he and Brooks always competed with each other, and now his competition had left him. Brooks was the last of his four siblings and survived by his only daughter.
“Thanks for coming Langston, it’s good to see you.” she smiled solemnly, giving a hug.
“No problem Dok, good to see you too. Sorry ‘bout everything.” he said, in his most southern drawl.
“Yeah…” she nodded, peering across the cemetery.
“So how are things in Chicago?”
“Cold… I flew out in a big snow storm.” she replied, making her way to the car.
“That’s Chicago alright.” he spoke, giving a nervous grin. “So are you goan be here for a while or you headed back to Chicago?” he asked curiously.
“I don’t know what more I can do here Langston, my father’s gone now. He was the only reason I had to come back down here since he and my mother divorced.” she paused. “This place doesn’t have anything else for me so I won’t be back… too many memories.”
“So how is ‘yo moma?”
“Aw Libby’s fine. She didn’t come she didn’t want to remember him this way.”
“Yeah I can understand that.” He hesitated for a second before asking something that had been on his mind all day. He felt intimidated by Dok, but admired the way she carried herself. He watched her blossom into a finely tuned, educated well spoken young woman. Her stance and the way she wore a suit demanded the attention of anyone around her and she was well respected. She wasn’t afraid to kick off her stilettos and pop the hood of a car either if the need arose. That she learned from her father.
Langston knew something she hadn’t about Brooks and has known this information for many years. The problem now was he needed to try and figure out the best way to approach the subject.
“Say, lemme ask you sumthin Dok.” he said, leaning against the car. “So what’re you gonna do ‘bout the house?”
She looked towards him a bit puzzled by his question, resting her purse on the roof of the car. “I’m flying out in the morning so it looks like I’m going to have to come back in a couple weeks to settle the affairs and clear out the house. He’s got a lot of stuff in there and I’m not ready to dig though all those memories right now.” She gave a half smile reaching for her purse. “One sadness at a time, you know what I mean?” she said, opening the car door.
“Well if you need any help just let me know.”
There was something in the way he spoke that seemed to bother her, but she tried to blow it off and pushed forward. As she turned the key in the ignition she could see Fish heading in her direction, and she didn’t want to deal with him at that moment.
“Alright I’ll keep that in mind, you take it easy Langston.” she said, driving away.
“Where Dok headed?” asked Fish, nearly out of breath.
He and Langston never saw eye to eye and he gave a half hearted response. “She took off; she headed back to Chicago in the mornin.”
“In the morning… where she stayin?”
“I don’t know… she never really said, or maybe I didn’t ask.” he shrugged.
Fish thought for a moment, taking a long pause. Langston took his keys from his pocket, moving in the direction of his parked car.
Fish cut his eyes towards him. “So why did you really come today? I don’t think you have any business being here.” he spoke sharply.
“Well that’s a matter of opinion ain’t it?” Langston replied giving it right back to ‘em.
“Brooks was not ‘yo daddy and ain’t no need of you bothering that girl with ‘yo nonsense. He dead and goan now let it stay with ‘em.”
Langston held his ground and stood in front of him. “She don’t know now, but she will. I’ve already contacted my attorney.”
“‘Yo attorney huh…?” he laughed. “Now where you got money for that?”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it.”
“I’m not… cause you ain’t getting a damn thing, I’m gonna make sure of that.”
“So what’s ‘yo problem Fish huh…?”
“Problem is I never liked you. Brooks had a good life, a good marriage then he fucked around with ‘yo moma and got you. Nobody else knew about that but me and Brooks. I think Libby might know sumthin but I ain’t sure.”
“Look I’m trying to be nice here Fish.” he warned, clinching his teeth together tightly. Fish was a man of sixty-five and his body was frail from the alcohol of years past, and Langston could easily take him on without a problem, but he had a conscious. He struggled to keep his anger at bay, as Fish continued his tirade.
“Yeah I use to see you when you was a boy. Down there sneaking around lookin in the windows and shit. Just pathetic.” he lashed. His words cut into him like a knife.
Langston paused for a moment taking a deep breath before he spoke. “See I’m gonna walk away before I kill you old man.” He shot him an angry look, backing away.
“Yeah, you go on and crawl back into whatever hole you came out of, and keep it that way you hear me!” he yelled.
“You will never know what I’ve gone through or what it felt like for me growing up.” he shook.
Fish spat on the sidewalk without a response and headed across the street to his car.
Langston sped off heading towards Poplar Avenue. Fish had hit a nerve and took his mind to a place where he didn’t want to be. As he reached South Parkway he thought about the house and that Dok wouldn’t be there, so he turned finding himself parked in the driveway in the very back of the house. He sat for a moment starring towards the screen door, thinking long and hard about the way Brooks had treated him.
“This house was never good enough for me huh Brooks….” he though. “For all these years I couldn’t even come pass the driveway. Had to meet me outside like I was a stranger or sumthin.” he continued, his eyes began to swell. “So now what…” he said, looking over his shoulders toward the neighbor’s house next door.
He noticed the window to the back room was hidden between two overgrown bushes on the side of the house, so he stepped out of his car and quickly hid himself between them. After a few moments he caught his nerve and pried open the window and crawled inside. He made sure all of the other blinds were shut as he went from one room to the other in the small two bedroom house. He paused for a moment as he stood in the doorway of Brook’s bedroom making a note of the papers that had been strewn across the night stand on the side of his bed. So he walked over taking a look, wondering if he’d find anything of importance that he could use to his advantage.
The anger began to fuel his soul. “So what’re you hiding Brooks and where can I find it after all these years.” he thought. He gathered the papers and put them on top of the bed, then opened the closet door next to the window. Brooks had been retired for many years from the railroad and had loved his job. His shirts and pants were neatly hung on the rack, and in the back of the closet were some old suits he wore on special occasions.
Langston stretched his arm toward a suit in back of the closet and felt the wooden floor beneath his right foot give way and he stumbled coming to his knees.
“What the hell…? he thought, seeing the loose board. “Cheap ass… I could’ve broke my damn neck.” he complained, lifting the piece finding it easy to remove and peeked inside the hole. He removed a second piece that revealed a grey metal box that had been hidden there. His curiosity got the best of him and he was able to remove the entire front section of the closet floor.
| So Said To Be suspense -thriller ~Family secrets lies and trust *Featured on The Paul Lisnek Show WVON Radio 1690! |
About the story:
Courageous yet moving story about taking back control of your life. A young man suffers a stroke in the middle of rush hour traffic. Now facing an uncertain future his wife takes control refusing to accept his fate of never being able to walk or talk again keeping a begrudged family at bay as she tries to cope with the loss of his job due to his illness, in addition to now finding herself unemployed as well. It inspires what love truly should be in a marriage- a relationship. A true commitment and a bond that should never be broken.
EXCERPT:
Ajehwah reconnected the ventilator and apologized for his behavior. Feeling the tension in the room Rob immediately left and took his seat out front behind the desk waiting in anticipation. Surrey tried to make nice and made sure to change the bedding and even provided Deela with a heated blanket to sleep on for the rest of the night. He cleared his throat as he stepped towards her. “I would like to apologize for myself and also for the way things were handled this evening. I truly want you to know that I am sorry. Your husband will receive the best of care here; I will make sure of that. Please, please let me know if there is anything else I can do for you ok?” he pleaded, concerned with his earlier behavior.
“I appreciate that Surrey, and that’s all I have to say.” said Deela, preparing to bed down for the next few hours.
She awoke to her normal ritual of four a.m. to make the drive home to let the dogs out and feed them. As she traveled down the dimly lit two lane road, her eyes grew heavy. With only a few hours of sleep she was finding it quite difficult to determine her state of mind. She looked down to turn on the radio and her actions seemed to play back to her as if it were a dream. She made random gestures trying to convince herself that she was in fact awake. She pointed towards a traffic signal as she approached. “Ok… I see a stop light and that light is yellow.” she laughed, nodding her head. She peered over at both sides of the road. “I can’t believe there isn’t another car on this entire street!” she thought, struggling to stay in her lane. “What the hell kinda dream am I having…? I’m not even driving, wait am I driving this thing…? See if I was driving I would hear the motor running” she slurred. “I’m gonna sleep for five more minutes, then I’m gonna get up and check on Thadt.” Her head fell against the back of the seat and she was awakened just as the car hit a curb in the road. She awoke shakened, immediately taking hold of the steering wheel. She pulled to the side of the road and tried to recount what had just occurred. She got out and stood next to the car feeling a bit disoriented. “…ok what just happened here…? …am I---, am I dreaming or what ‘cuz that shit felt real.” She said holding her hands to her face. She walked along the side of the car looking for any damage but the scuff mark on the front tire wasn’t enough proof that she was actually awake still. She kneeled down from the side of the road and pulled up a hand full of grass and held the dirt up to her nose. . “Alright, so I guess this isn’t a dream. This is a road and I’m on the side of the road. I cannot believe I fell asleep like that. What is wrong with me? This never happens to me.” She spoke, disappointed with herself. “I’m halfway in the middle of nowhere and I just need to make it home. I can do this.” She nodded, opening the door.
She pulled out her cell and called her friend Jaswant, they called him Jazz for short. “Hello Jazz…?” she said, relieved that he’d answered.
“…yeah,” he replied, clearing his throat. “What’s going on Deela?”
“Jazz, I know it’s early but I was trying to drive home to let the dogs out and I need to talk to someone.”
“It’s ok…”
“Jazz I ran into the curb in the middle of the road. Can you believe that? I never do stuff like that.” she continued trying to stave off a panic attack now that things had become more apparent. “You know it was the weirdest thing. I couldn’t figure out if I was actually driving or if I was dreaming that I was driving. I just couldn’t figure it out.”
“Are you driving right now?”
“Yeah I’m still a little shaky but I had to call somebody Jazz I’m scared.”
“Well just try and get yourself together it’s ok now you’re talking to me.” he said, rising up sitting on the side of his bed. “Trust me I am not a dream. Honey I doubt I would be a part of anybody’s dream right now lookin like I’m lookin this early.” he laughed, trying to lighten the moment. He could hear her laughing on the other end of the phone. “You can’t go all week on just two or three hours of sleep honey. You just—you just can’t. Thadt’s gonna need you in one piece and so am I. You know how I feel about hospitals… I hate them so take care of yourself!”
“Yeah I know diva just calm down.” she replied. You could hear the smile in her tone. “Well I guess I’m awake now huh?”
“Are you sure… ‘cuz uuh- ‘ya know I can’t be worrying about you ok?”
She paused for a moment reflecting on her situation. Jazz, what’s happened to us?”
“Honey I’m here…” he interrupted.
“Not us silly, I’m talkin about me and Thadt. I miss him so much. There are so many things I need to talk to him about and I need my best friend back ok...? It’s just hard and it hurts me so to see him this way. I just be talking to him and stuff and be trying so hard to sound upbeat and keep trying to encourage him. That’s why I don’t rest; I can’t rest right now because there is so much work to be done.” Her voice weakened as she continued to speak.
| Give Me the Strength drama-suspense ~Love -Devotion -Marriage and Commitment |
About the story:
A child born in infidelity due to the mother of five in her existing marriage. The husband's suspicions of the last child born proves correct and she walks away from everything chasing a man she thought would change her life and winds up changing the path of the child's life instead whose later thrown out on the streets to survive at 14 with no place to go and no one to turn to.
EXCERPT:
“I don't care what nobody say... can't nobody love me the way Stigg did!” Loraine shouted, snapping her fingers high into the air.
They laughed hard, Irutha looking in her direction. “Loraine, I thought I heard you say that same thang though 'bout Preach.”
“Aw yeah now Preach was my heart, but now Stigg…?” she paused, shutting her eyes smiling thinking back. “Ain't no man been able to do the thangs to me that Stigg could do!” This made her spine tingle and she broke into a sweat. “Go over there and put some more money in there so I can hear that song again Irutha. I love to hear that man sang. Put me in mind of Stigg all the way… that no good bastard.” she laughed. “He love me though.” she said, sipping her glass of Martel, taking a draw from her cigarette.
Irutha looked towards her pulling the bar stool closer. “You know Augie a big girl now. Ain't goan be so easy knockin on that door when you ain't got no baby in 'yo arms.”
“I know what you mean... I want 'em back though, this time I want him to come crawling to me. Ask me to come back you know what I'm saying?”
“You serious about that Loraine…?”
“You damn right I'm serious.”
“I'll tell you what... I been knowing this lady for a long time she help me out a lot, and I know she could probably do sumthin for you too.”
“Irutha what-chu know 'bout this woman? Talkin 'bout you been knowing her for a long time, what she doin for you?” she questioned, checking over her shoulder. “She ain't funny is she?” she asked, starring Irutha square in the face.
“I don't know what the woman is Loraine, but I know I ain't no got damn bull-dagger, and I don't appreciate where you comin from!” she said, angered pulling her chair away from the bar. “I need me another drink ‘cuz you talkin out 'yo mind now.”
“I'm sorry...” Loraine laughed. “I just wanted to know what's going on, that's all.”
Irutha looked across the room and pointed. “You see that man over there sittin in that corner with that hat on?”
“Yeah...?”
“She fixed him for me. Yeah, she fixed him real good... been eatin my pussy ever since!” they cackled.
“O-o-ooh... Irutha you sumthin else, say she did?” Loraine asked, leaning over trying to get a closer look. “He ain't a bad lookin man either.” she said blowing a puff of smoke into the air.
“I know... and that's what I'm talkin 'bout. If you want Stigg back all you got to do is talk to this woman, and she'll take care of it for you now believe what I'm saying to 'ya.”
“What's her name Irutha?”
“I'll give you her name and her phone number wait a minute.” She propped her foot up on the bar stool, as she rumbled through her purse pulling out a leather wallet.
“I keep her number right in here with me all the time, ‘cuz I never know when I might need to call her myself. Here it is... here copy this down Loraine; that's Effie Braudmore.” she said, as she continued reading the number.
“This woman sho got a funny name. I don't believe all this goan even fit on my napkin.” she frowned. “Now what kinda stuff does this woman do?”
“Just call 'er and tell her I sent you to her ok? She'll get everything straight for 'ya.” Irutha said, turning looking across the room.
“Well we goan see. Any way child, I'd better get up from here and go on home.” she yawned.
“You leaving already Loraine? Honey the music just now gettin good.” she said, swaying from side to side.
“I know, but I done sat up here and got drunk. I got to call me a cab and get on outta here so I can check on Augie, it's late anyway.”
“You ain't gotta take no cab. Let me go over there and ask my friend to drop you off, and don't you worry 'yo self none honey, ‘cuz I'm goan be in that car right with you.” She assured her, giving a sideways glance.
“So what're you trying to say... honey I don't want 'yo man!”
“And I never said you did... I'm just makin sure for myself.”
“Alright then, but I'm ready to go on and go now though Irutha.”
“Ok hold on and let me run over there and tell 'em.” she said, knocking back the rest of her drink.
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