Then burst out laughing until she had to lean against the pole to stay upright. “Oh, this family crazy,” she giggled. “I love it here.”
“It’s forfitness,” Meadow protested, again.
“Fitness?” Lesha scoffed. “Fitness what? Fitness yo’ ass in a circle?!”
Meadow couldn’t breathe she was laughing so hard.
Lesha walked to the closet, opening it casually. “Where yo’ heels at?”
Meadow shrieked.
“Cause I know pole work when I see it,” she teased. “You don’t get on this barefoot. That’s how you roll an ankle.”
“I’m ‘bout to tell Zaire to come get you.”
Lesha turned, hands on her hips. “And he been in this room?”
Meadow froze. “He’s seen it, yes.”
Lesha gasped, covering her mouth. “And you ain’t danced on it for him?! Girl, what is you waitin’ on? A sign from Jesus?”
Meadow threw herself back on the bed. “Oh my God - stop.”
Lesha ignored her, grabbing the pole with one hand and lifting her leg experimentally. “Let me see somethin’ real quick. I used to be cold with a chair dance - ”
“No.” Meadow sat up and practically tackled her.
Lesha caught herself, laughing. “I was gon’ keep it PG!”
“No, you wasn’t!”
Lesha placed a hand over her heart. “You right, I wasn’t.”
Meadow laughed so hard she had tears pooling in her eyelashes. It had been so long since she almost stopped breathing from laughing.
Lesha wiped her own eyes. “Lord have mercy…this room has personality.”
“It’s embarrassing,” Meadow muttered.
“No baby, it’s fun.” Lesha gave her a warm, knowing smile. “You’re young, sexy, alive…no shame in that.”
Meadow’s blush deepened.
Lesha’s grin turned mischievous. “Question is…why you ain’t showed my son what you can really do with this yet?”
Meadow grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. “Zaire!”
Lesha cackled, nearly doubling over. “Girl, he walkin’ ’round this house actin’ like he in love. You got a whole pole and ain’t even tapped into your superpowers yet.”
Meadow sat up, flustered and giggling. “He knows it’s here. He just ain’t seen me on it.”
“And he gon’ ask,” Lesha said knowingly. “Trust me. I raised a man, not a mark ass bitch.”
“You are not normal.”
Lesha shrugged. “I’m fun.”
Then she eyed the bed. “Now…show me the bathroom.”
