“Why do you call him crazy?” I asked.
Uncle Maalik shook his head, giving a disapproving stare.
“Let’s just say I almost had to let the glove box down.”
I covered my mouth at his statement before a chuckle left my mouth. Whatever Mr. Jefferies did, had to be out of the ordinary to push my uncle’s gentle soul.
“Her sons didn’t make things easy. They tookoverprotectiveto the next level,” he said.
Marquise, I could see crashing out. Malcolm was too reserved and laid back but he could be pulling the wool over my eyes being soft spoken. The vibration of my pocket drew my attention to my phone.I gave a light cackle once I viewed the screen.
Marquise
I’m bored. Go home.
Me
How is that my problem exactly?
Marquise
Erinnnnnnn.
I flipped my phone over and cackled at his response. Marquise was driving the wheels of this friendship. Sometimes,I wondered if it had the correct label with his demands. He expected me to be available to him and answer his ridiculous ass questions about women. The period conversation went too far last night. When my phone vibrated again, I giggled without viewing the screen.
“Someone special,” Uncle Maalik inquired with a smirk.
I went to answer his question but found the same middle-aged woman glaring in our direction from the bar.
“A friend who doesn’t know how to be a friend,” I said, as a smile extended across my face.
Uncle Maalik paused to examine me before he sat back in his seat.
“Explain,” he pushed with a light but stern tone.
I sighed as I noticed his protective nature. With my phone dancing across the table, it didn’t aid in the matter. I asked for grace with my hand before I texted Marquise back.
Marquise
Helloooo.
Marquise
You probably out with your sugar daddy.
I grinned at his comment because it amused me.
Me
Sugar daddy? Grow up. We get money online nowadays.
The three bubbles came and left a few times as I flipped the phone over. My uncle’s face had stiffened, and in his arched brow, I saw my father.
“Uncle Maalik, he is a guy, but he’s never had a woman as a friend. I’m clear with my boundaries in this friendship,” I said.
His mouth tightened as if he tasted something sour, he didn’t want to release.
“Men and women being friends is nearly impossible. One person always gets emotionally attached, or he is pretending to be a friend with ulterior motives,” he said.
