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out of the heavy Sunday traffic. Fortunately Derrick wasn’t in much of a hurry today; even in her hoopty, she was keeping up just fine.
Robin took a hand off the wheel long enough to take the gun from the passenger seat and place it in her lap. She thought of her plan, about what she had in mind for Vivian, and a sneer appeared on her face. There’d be no guard to stop her this time. Robin would jump out of her car and pop a cap in Vivian before their fancy garage door was halfway up. “It’s been a long time,” she said aloud. “But you’re finally gonna get what’s coming to you. And I’m gonna get what should have come to me a long time ago…Derrick.”
The white Jaguar took a turn that Robin wasn’t expecting. “This isn’t the way to your house, muthafucka!” she screamed. She gripped the wheel with both hands again, speeding through traffic until there was only one car separating her car from Derrick’s.
The unexpected turn befuddled and unnerved Robin. She shook her head, tried to clear its fuzziness. Wanting to be sure she was thinking straight, she’d taken three times the normal dosage of Peridol before she’d left the motel, an act she thought would make her feel good. Unfortunately, the opposite effect was happening. Robin felt foggier than ever. And she was even more delusional.
“Yeah, thought you could lose me, didn’t you? Just like all those years ago, back in Georgia, I mean Florida, I mean…you know what I mean! You took my man, Vivian,” Robin whined, pointing to the head on the passenger’s side of the car. “Why you always got to come and take my man?”
Robin’s maniacal mind merged memories of working with Derrick at his first church with those of the twenty-something mistress who enticed Robin’s husband away from their ten-year marriage. “I told you I was gonna get you,” she bellowed. “I told you that nobody took my man and got away with it.” Her voice dropped to a raspy whisper. “Nobody, muthafucka…”
A totally different drama was unfolding inside Derrick Montgomery’s Jaguar.
“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Kelvin said. “Your dad used to roll with my mom before he married your mom?”
“Right.”
“And then after your dad got married, he was still hittin’ it with my mom?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Damn. So then what happened?”
“Mama found out about it and my parents separated for a while.”
“Real talk?”
“And…” Princess paused before revealing the extent of her and Kelvin’s unique connection. “She was pregnant with me at the time.”
“Naw…c’mon now!”
“Serious.”
Kelvin changed lanes and merged into the freeway traffic, which was fairly light for a Sunday. He moved over into the fast lane and increased his speed.
“How you know all this?” he asked after a pause.
“Heard Mama talking about it with Aunt Viv. That’s why I know they all would freak the bump out if they found out we were together.”
“Damn girl, you almost my sister!” Kelvin shoved Princess playfully before placing a hand on her leg.
“Almost ain’t is, nucka. And somebody’s glad about that.”
Kelvin squeezed Princess’s thigh. “Somebody sure is.”
Kelvin saw his exit and looked over his shoulder to change lanes. “Damn! What’s that car doing?” Kelvin watched as an old, beat-up hoopty almost broadsided his father’s spotless ride.
“What?”
“That car almost hit us,” Kelvin said, suddenly exhibiting the frightened nervousness of an eighteen-year-old. “Let me get away from this fool!”
Instead of exiting the freeway, Kelvin merged back into traffic and accelerated. He looked in his rearview mirror. The rusted out hoopty had dropped farther behind him, still weaving in and out of traffic.
“That fool must be high,” he said, relaxing with the distance building up between them. “’Cause he’s trippin’!”
Princess looked back and didn’t see the car. She relaxed as well, taking her hand and
Robin took a hand off the wheel long enough to take the gun from the passenger seat and place it in her lap. She thought of her plan, about what she had in mind for Vivian, and a sneer appeared on her face. There’d be no guard to stop her this time. Robin would jump out of her car and pop a cap in Vivian before their fancy garage door was halfway up. “It’s been a long time,” she said aloud. “But you’re finally gonna get what’s coming to you. And I’m gonna get what should have come to me a long time ago…Derrick.”
The white Jaguar took a turn that Robin wasn’t expecting. “This isn’t the way to your house, muthafucka!” she screamed. She gripped the wheel with both hands again, speeding through traffic until there was only one car separating her car from Derrick’s.
The unexpected turn befuddled and unnerved Robin. She shook her head, tried to clear its fuzziness. Wanting to be sure she was thinking straight, she’d taken three times the normal dosage of Peridol before she’d left the motel, an act she thought would make her feel good. Unfortunately, the opposite effect was happening. Robin felt foggier than ever. And she was even more delusional.
“Yeah, thought you could lose me, didn’t you? Just like all those years ago, back in Georgia, I mean Florida, I mean…you know what I mean! You took my man, Vivian,” Robin whined, pointing to the head on the passenger’s side of the car. “Why you always got to come and take my man?”
Robin’s maniacal mind merged memories of working with Derrick at his first church with those of the twenty-something mistress who enticed Robin’s husband away from their ten-year marriage. “I told you I was gonna get you,” she bellowed. “I told you that nobody took my man and got away with it.” Her voice dropped to a raspy whisper. “Nobody, muthafucka…”
A totally different drama was unfolding inside Derrick Montgomery’s Jaguar.
“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Kelvin said. “Your dad used to roll with my mom before he married your mom?”
“Right.”
“And then after your dad got married, he was still hittin’ it with my mom?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Damn. So then what happened?”
“Mama found out about it and my parents separated for a while.”
“Real talk?”
“And…” Princess paused before revealing the extent of her and Kelvin’s unique connection. “She was pregnant with me at the time.”
“Naw…c’mon now!”
“Serious.”
Kelvin changed lanes and merged into the freeway traffic, which was fairly light for a Sunday. He moved over into the fast lane and increased his speed.
“How you know all this?” he asked after a pause.
“Heard Mama talking about it with Aunt Viv. That’s why I know they all would freak the bump out if they found out we were together.”
“Damn girl, you almost my sister!” Kelvin shoved Princess playfully before placing a hand on her leg.
“Almost ain’t is, nucka. And somebody’s glad about that.”
Kelvin squeezed Princess’s thigh. “Somebody sure is.”
Kelvin saw his exit and looked over his shoulder to change lanes. “Damn! What’s that car doing?” Kelvin watched as an old, beat-up hoopty almost broadsided his father’s spotless ride.
“What?”
“That car almost hit us,” Kelvin said, suddenly exhibiting the frightened nervousness of an eighteen-year-old. “Let me get away from this fool!”
Instead of exiting the freeway, Kelvin merged back into traffic and accelerated. He looked in his rearview mirror. The rusted out hoopty had dropped farther behind him, still weaving in and out of traffic.
“That fool must be high,” he said, relaxing with the distance building up between them. “’Cause he’s trippin’!”
Princess looked back and didn’t see the car. She relaxed as well, taking her hand and
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