I grabbed the keys and headed out the door before she could say anything else.
Honor’s house was fifteen minutes away in the Ninth Ward—a shotgun rental with peeling paint and a chain-link fence that didn’t keep out shit.
I could hear the yelling before I even got out of the car.
“That’s why I cheat on yo’ ass happily!”
Terrance’s voice carried through the thin walls like he wanted the whole block to hear.
I grabbed Honor’s bag and walked up the cracked concrete path to the front door.
It was unlocked.
I pushed it open and stepped inside.
Honor and Terrance were standing in the middle of the living room—Honor with her arms crossed, Terrance with his chest puffed out like he was about to do something.
He wasn’t.
He never did.
“I know that’s fuckin’ right!” Honor shot back, her voice loud and sharp. “Hell, I had to get out there too. I didn’t want to be, but at least I got a big dick out the deal. I was like damn, I hate to be here but let me dip and slip on this dick. Twirl and swirl. Shit, I didn’t want to come back to this bitch, but here we are.”
I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
Terrance’s face turned red.
“I can’t stand yo’ ass,” he said, his voice shaking.
“Good!” Honor yelled after him. “Fuck you!”
The bedroom door slammed so hard the walls shook.
Honor stood there for a moment, breathing hard, her hands on her hips.
Then she turned and saw me standing in the doorway.
“Oh,” she said, her face softening. “Hey, Truth.”
I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
I laughed.
“Y’all are a mess,” I said.
Honor rolled her eyes but smiled.
“Girl, don’t even start. That man gets on my last nerve.”
“I can tell.”
She walked over and hugged me, squeezing tight.
“What you doing here?” she asked.
“I wanted to drop off some stuff for you.”
I handed her the bag.
