None of these niggas can hold water, that’s for damn sure. And now that Bron’s girl hangs out with Raya, that’s an even faster route for the news to take straight back to her.
But also?
It’s still early enough for something to go wrong, and after the pain of losing Elijah…I don’t even wanna think about it.
And that’s all before I even get to the part where my wife threatens me every day that she’s gonna get rid of it. Which I guess she's probably justified in saying, because I forced this on her in the first place.
This shit is a fucking disaster.
So I just smile and nod and keep my mouth shut, because what the fuck else am I gonna do?
The house is empty when I get home. No car in the garage. No Raya in the kitchen.
It feels wrong.
I’m home. Where u at?
Wifey
I’m out
Obviously. Where tho?
I’m with Tiff
That’s odd. Bron didn’t mention it, although I guess it’s possible he didn’t know. Tiff is just his situation. Raya’s my wife.
I’m not surprised when she doesn’t answer my phone call.
Turn your location on
No. I’ll be home later. Don’t wait up
Oh, word? That’s what we doin’?
Yeah, it ain't goin' down like this.
I dial up my boy.
“Bron. Aye, where your girl at tonight?”
“Tiff?”
“You got another girl I don’t know about?”
“Nah. You know what? She told me and I forgot. She just be talkin’, man." He laughs at that. "I guess it’s girls night or whatever. Why you wanna know?”
“Raya’s with her.”
“And?”
How do I tell this nigga my wife won’t tell me where she is? I could tell Titus and it not be no shit, but Bron has a different orientation to the chaos in my life. Titus revels in it, but Bron’s the kind of friend who would try to make me want better for myself.
“Her phone died,” I lie. “Her car’s been acting up. I’m just trying to make sure she’s good.”
He’s quiet for a minute. “Didn’t you just buy her that car?”
“It’s a long story.”
