Nodding, I needed to hear nothing more. After releasing his hand, I went into the glove box, andgrabbed a bag of weed, and all the makings to roll up a blunt.
Once the blunt was rolled, I lit it up with a lighter, took a few puffs, before passing it to him. Then just as he was hitting the weed, his cell rang again. Seeing that he was preoccupied, I grabbed his phone and answered. Giving no regards to his random rule about no phones.
“Hello?”
“May I speak to Jahrein?”
I lightly tittered. “Who’s calling?”
“Hisrealwife.”
“Bitch, what?”
“You heard me, hoe. Is this that funny lookin’ broad I saw him riding with the other day?”
“Funny lookin’?”
“Yeah, you heard me. And you can stop touching his fucking phone. I didn’t call to talk to you.”
“Oh, you didn’t?” I cut my eyes at Jah, as he was still puffing on the blunt, while gripping the steering wheel, minding his business. As I was on his phone.
“Hell, no. I wanna speak to daddy.”
I pursed my lips. “Quel, if you don’t stop fucking playing with me.”
Raquel aka my sister giggled into the phone. Some years back we’d stopped dabbling in the maybe. We were biologically sisters, and there were DNA tests to back that. At this point, I think that we were both mad at ourselves for not getting to the truth sooner. Because having my sister had changed so much for me. I no longer had to deal with fake bitches, praying that they had good intentions. Nor did I have to concern myself with muthafuckas begging or staying close to leech.Raquel had her own, and even if she didn’t, I would never stand back and watch her live poorly.
In all, I just couldn’t describe the feeling of knowing that I had somebody to fully confide in, without judgement. Outside of Jahrein. We didn’t go a full day without talking, and this day was no different.
“Whatever, hoe,” Quel snickered. “I figured that I’d fuck with you, since you didn’t bother answering my call onyourphone.”
I sucked my teeth. “That was Jahrein. He’s insisting on us unplugging, while we flip through the city.”
“I guess,” Quel breathed into the phone. “If that’s the case, then why you answered his phone?”
“A natural reflex. Didn’t even think about it, honestly.”
“Girl, whatever. But how I knew to call his phone? You know that you and Jah got it bad, screening each other’s calls. Especially his ass. Shit, after midnight, we gotta go through him just to talk to you.”
I smirked. “It aint that bad.”
“Shii-it. I keep telling you to gone ‘head and make that appointment with me.”
“What appointment?” Jahrein questioned, suddenly fully tuned in.
“The doctor’s appointment to tie our tubes,” Raquel responded, clearly not caring that Jah could hear her.
“You talking crazy, Quel,” Jah claimed.
I glanced his way. “How is that? Cause I aint having no more damn kids. I’m forty, nigga. In case you forgot.”
“I aint forgot shit. I really been thinking that one more will keep us young.”
Hearing that, Quel laughed hysterically in my ear. “Oh, hell nawl. He got us fucked up, Raven. Don’t you go for that. Reagan is the last one, and we can do whatever we wanna do. No babysitters necessary. Vacation whenever. Midday cocktails. Good smoke sessions. I know you aint trying to abandon all that.”
“And I aint,” I swore.
“Shit, I can’t tell. You still aint ready to make that appointment—"
