Capricorn eyed Block’s Range Rover as their Uber Black arrived. “Ohhhh is Baby Boo in the house?”
“Yes, he’s asleep. Come on let’s go.”
Starting with their argument in his driveway, Capricorn knew about Block from day one. She knew when he came into the office and when he sent her flowers. Capricorn was all for her friend being wined and dined by a sexy man that seemed to have his shit together. Symphony wanted to vent to her about the pills she found, but it wasn’t the time or the place.
“You’re glowing,” Capricorn observed inside the black Escalade.
“Am I?” It was going to be hard for her to pretend to be in good spirits, but Symphony knew she had to try. She wished she’d taken a shot before getting in the car.
“Yes, you are, and I love that for you. I remember those days,” Capricorn sighed, and Symphony’s brows furrowed.
“What do you mean you remember those days?”
“I want a divorce,” she stated as if she was talking about the weather.
Without even trying, Capricorn had succeeded in making Symphony forget her troubles for the moment. She eyed her friend of ten years with a slack jaw. “What do you mean you want a divorce? What happened?” Symphony was truly thrown for a loop. As far as she knew, her friend and her husband, Terry were happy.
With a passive shrug, Capricorn released another sigh. “I’m just not happy anymore. Terry has gotten so comfortable that he doesn’t even try. We don’t go out on dates. He won’t take off work to spend time with me. On his days off, he’s running errands for his mother, playing golf, or sleeping. He’s boring. He’s not romantic. The sex doesn’t even hit the same. I don’t know if he’s complacent or if he’s fallen out of love with me but either way, I can get go on about my business.”
Symphony was speechless. “I can’t tell you what to do especially if you’re not happy, but don’t just give up like that. I’m not saying that a man is the end all be all, but there is nothing out here for single people. It’s straight up bullshit. Finding genuine people is rare. Have you talked to him?”
“I’ve tried. I’ve even attempted to plan vacations, and he just tells me to go with you or one of my other friends. We haven’t had sex in almost a month. I can’t remember the last time he kissed me. In the five years that we’ve been together, this past year has been the worst. I’m over it.”
“I get it,” Symphony mumbled. She had never been married, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that marriage was far from easy.
One thing she knew for sure was that there would be rough patches, and those rough patches might last for a good minute. It didn’t sound like Capricorn was willing to keep fighting. Symphony didn’t like it, but what could she do? If her friendwasn’t happy, she had to do what she had to do for herself. The opinions of others didn’t matter. Her friend’s plight made her think of Block. What if they were married, and she had found the pills? What if she were married to an addict? How long would she be willing to fight? How much would she be able to take? It was during times like that when she fully agreed that being single was easier.
“Don’t let this news put a damper on the evening. I’m fine, friend. I promise I am.”
Unless she was a wonderful actress, Capricorn absolutely seemed fine. She didn’t seem like a woman heartbroken. If she wasn’t sad, then Symphony wasn’t going to be sad for her. However, the fact that pills fell out of Block’s pocket was going to be in the back of her mind for the entire night.
The driver was down the street from the arena when Symphony got a text message from Block.
Nasir: You should have woke me up before you left, so I could have given you a kiss and made sure you didn’t have on an outfit that would get you fucked up.
Despite how she felt about the drugs she found, his text made her smile. She really did like Block, and she found herself praying that the pills weren’t as big of a deal as she was making them out to be. He didn’t act like an addict, and he damn sure didn’t look like one. Then again, Monique didn’t look like an addict either.
You looked so peaceful; I didn’t want to disturb you. I’ll send you a picture when I get in the stadium.
She still wasn’t sure she was going to confront him. If he didn’t say anything, then she wasn’t going to say anything either. Maybe he wouldn’t even miss them. If he was truly addicted, he’d noticed that two of his pills were missing, right? Even if she did ask him about the pills, she wasn’t going to do so over text.
Inside the stadium, the women took each other’s pictures, and Symphony sent two of them to Block before she even made it to her seat. They didn’t have floor seats, but they were pretty close. Symphony observed that Capricorn wasn’t wearing her ring. Two guys with floor seats kept staring at them, and they were fine as hell. Block had declared that his dick was hers, and her pussy belonged to him.
Symphony was too old to let that alone imply they were exclusive. That was a conversation that they hadn’t had, but she wasn’t interested in dating anyone else. Even if she had the time to focus on more than one man, all she wanted was Block. But whether or not he was going to be a good match for her remained to be seen.
Symphony had a good time at the game. On the way home, Monique called her, and Symphony ignored the call. She was sick of the highs and lows. As soon as she was having a streak of feeling good and being high off life, some bullshit would be tossed into the mix to knock her down off the cloud she was on. As she was saying goodbye to Capricorn, Monique called again, and Symphony groaned.
“Hello?” she attempted to mask the irritation she felt.
“I swear, I hate to bother you, but it’s an emergency.” Symphony’s ears perked up at the sound of a male voice in the background talking loud. “Fuck you, nigga!” Monique yelled.
Symphony already knew the conversation was about to be some BS.
“I know I gave you that money for Mason, but if he hasn’t spent it all, I need it. I owe this fuck nigga, $450, and he got some bitches to jump me.”
“And if you don’t get my money, I’m gon’ put my foot in your ass my muhfuckin’ self. If you don’t have money like that, quit promising to pay.”
Symphony was so irritated that she wanted to fight Monique her damn self. She had only given Mason $200 of the money, so of course, she’d take her sister the money that was left. It was hers anyway. Mason wasn’t wanting for anything, and she would continue to give him the $100 a week as promised out of her own money. She would even continue to let him think that the money came from his mother.
