Her face comes into view as she bends down, picks the phone up off the floor, and scoops up the baby. Now Sky and Charisse fill my screen, and I smile.
Something about watching your best friend become a mom makes your heart happy.
“I’m sorry. I thought I had my phone on me, but this little stinker is a little bit of a thief.”
“She’s clever,” I say.
Porsche clicks on, in her bra, in her bathroom, brushing her teeth.
“Ma’am,” Charisse says, “you could have finished brushing your teeth and called us back. And you could have put a shirt on.”
“You’d have seen all of this,” Porsche says, shaking her breasts into the camera. “This ain’t nothing. I got them covered. Let me be. What’s up?”
Her toothbrush is still in her mouth.
“I just wanted to do a check-in, y’all. Today I had a Lit with Lily event—”
Click.
Charisse is gone.
Porsche rolls her eyes. “Oh my God. Why doesn’t she have a nanny? I’m not having any kids, but if I had anything that needed to be cared for other than my cat, I would have a nanny for it. I can’t be doing all that watching.”
“She’s got two. Oh, hell no.”
Charisse pops back in. She’s in her closet, in the dark, with the door closed.
“My bad. I turned on Cocomelon and slipped out. What’s up?”
“Javonte was at my event today.”
They both stop and stare dead at the camera.
“What?” they both say in unison.
“He was at the event. He showed up with a teenager. I don’t know who the teenager was.”
Porsche’s eyes go big, but Charisse wags her finger.
“He found out he had a sister last season, I think. She should be a teenager. On his dad’s side. Papa was a rolling stone or whatever they say.”
“I do remember that,” Porsche says. “Yeah, that’s his sister. Her name starts with a Z, I think.”
“Zea,” Charisse adds.
“How do y’all know this?”
“We scroll.”
“And my man owns the team,” Porsche says. “I got to know stuff.”
Fair enough.
“So why was he there?” Porsche asks, scrunching up her face.
“His sister, I guess, wanted to do an event. She painted a beautiful axolotl. She’s very talented. She added a lot of extra details. It was very lifelike.”
“The hell is an axolotl?” Porsche asks.
