“Why?”
“She’s crazy, and bored, and she like showin’ off. I don’t- ”
WHOOSH
A waterfall of cold water dumped directly over them, drenching Zaire from scalp to socks. Rena screamed, stumbling backward like she’d been assaulted by the Lord Himself.
“AHT -AHHHHT - MEADOW!!!”
Zaire stood frozen for a full three seconds, water dripping off his eyelashes. “Cuh,” he doubled over, cracking the hell up.
Rena slapped his arm. “IT AIN’T FUNNY! SHE TRIED TO DROWN ME!”
The plane dipped even lower this time, close enough that they both ducked. Instinctively, Zaire covered his head and Rena dropped into a crouch like she was avoiding gunfire.
“Damn!” Zaire yelled. “She tryna clip us!”
Rena screeched, running behind him. “WHY SHE THAT LOW?! SHE GONNA HIT SOMETHIN’!”
The plane leveled out, then angled toward them again, its engine roaring so loud for a small aircraft.
Zaire put his hands on his knees, laughing so hard he had to breathe through it. He could already tell she was coming back for another round. “She petty as hell!”
SPLASH.
Another sheet of water slammed downward, hitting Rena dead-center and knocking her wig slightly crooked. “MEADOW RAIN GREEN!” she screamed.
Up above, Meadow leaned halfway out the cockpit window, headset on, her pineapple curls blowing wild in the wind. “You in the way!" she yelled down.
The simple saying serving as a double entendre.
“I am going to kick her ass,” Rena groaned, shaking water off her arms. “It’s cool out here too…I better not hear nothing when I’m calling out next week cause I’m sick.”
Zaire could only laugh, but when he looked up, he noticed her wig had slid back a little. But he was a gentleman always and would always look out for Black women, even when they were thirstily throwing themselves at him. Reaching out, he pulled the front of the wig back to its rightful place, at least the place he thought it should be.
Rena smiled up at him, hearts in her eyes and gratitude in her heart. “Thank you, Zaire.. I knew I was wearing you down.”
Smirking, he only winked at her.
Meadow brought the plane up, looped the field, and cut the engine noise down as she lowered toward the landing strip behind the barn.
Rena stomped her feet splashing water up. “I’m telling Ray, too.”
“Ahh,” Zaire shook his head, a smile still on his face. “You be snitchin’?”
“Whatever you wanna call it.”
“Yea, I knew you couldn’t be my passenger, baby,” he played hurt, still cracking up and in shock.
“She really flew that damn plane,” he muttered, shaking his head.
Rena glared at him. “You still laughin’? My whole body got soaked! My edges gone! My lashes hangin’ by a prayer…look! LOOK!”
Zaire snorted. “Man, go inside.”
“I AM! And when I get dry, I’m whoopin’ Meadow ass!”
He couldn’t stop laughing. “No you not.”
