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try two-waying him again.‖ I began typing: what’s up? I’m waiting on you.
    Fifteen minutes had passed and Taj still had not responded to my message. ―He‘s probably in a bad spot and ain‘t getting no reception,‖ Black tried to reassure.
―For his sake, he better be,‖ I said with an attitude.
    My two-way started to ring. The message was from Taj. It read: Don’t wait. Ain’t shit up…u should know that!
―This nigga is on some real smelly shit right now,
huh?‖ ―What‘s up?‖ Black asked.
―Nothing! Not a mothafuckin‘ thing,‖ Then I threw my twoway across the room. ―Let me get a pull.‖
* * *
    By the time Black left it was five o‘clock. Pam had been blowing up my cell phone. I wasn‘t sure if she was looking for work or calling to make plans to hang out. It didn‘t matter though I wasn‘t in the mood to be around her. My mind was steady and heavy on Taj. My emotions were flip flopping out of control. One minute, I was sitting there trying to figure out how to make things better between Taj and me, and the next minute, I was talking myself out of gathering his clothes and throwing it out of the window.
    I sat on the sofa flicking through the channels. I had called Taj about fifty times and he wouldn‘t answer any of my calls. Finally, I decided to call Rick and see if he would give me the 411 on Taj.
    ―Hey, Rick.‖
―What‘s up baby girl?‖
―Nothing, just chilling. Where y‘all
at?‖ ―I‘m at my moms right now.‖
―That‘s nice, you checking out Mom dukes. Where‘s
    Taj?‖
―Oh, I dropped him at the club earlier. He said he was
gonna have one of the cats there dropped him home.
Why…you need something?‖
―No. I‘m good.‖
―You sure? You sound like something is wrong.‖
    ―No, I‘m straight. I‘ ma get ready and do a little shopping.‖
―You need me?‖
―Yeah, matter of fact I do. You feel like it.‖
―Now, Storm you know all you gotta do is say the word. What‘s up with the X5?‖
    ―Nothing. I just don‘t feel like driving, that‘s all.‖ ―A‘ight. I‘ll be there in about a half hour.‖ ―Thanks, Rick. You can park in one of the guest spots
    in my garage and we‘ll take my truck. Just call me when you get downstairs.‖
―Okay, baby girl. See you in a
bit.‖ ―Bye.‖
* * *
When I‘m feeling down, I like to shop. When I don‘t give a fuck, I shop using other peoples information.
    Rick called, ―Hey.‖
―You downstairs?‖
―Yeah.‖
―I‘ll be right
down.‖ ―A‘ight.‖
I grabbed my waist length Mink and my Louis
Vuitton purse and headed out the door.
* * *
―Where we going?‖ Rick
asked. ―To the Village.‖
    ―You shopping in the Village this time of the day?‖ ―No, I gotta get me some IDs.‖ ―Storm! What you doing?‖
―Being grown!‖
―Okay…okay. I ain‘t tryin‘ to have Taj spazzin‘ on me ‗cause I got you out here doing this shit.‖
    ―Taj ain‘t gonna know shit --unless you tell him. Besides, Storm is grown.‖ Whenever I spoke of myself in third person, anyone close to me knew it wasn‘t worth their time debating with me. ―Storm is doing what she wants to do. Taj is obviously doing him. So Storm is about to do her.‖
―Shit, what the fuck have I gotten myself in the middle of,‖ Rick tried to whisper.
* * *
    I climbed in my X5 and waited as Rick put the Blarney‘s bags carefully in the trunk.
―Okay, where we heading to now, Storm.‖
    I crossed my legs and replied, ―You mean, Ms. Stocker.‖ ―Huh?‖
―Ms. Stocker.‖
Rick released a soft chuckle. ―Girl, you‘re crazy.‖
* * *
    It was 8:30 and Taj still had not returned any of my calls. My emotions continued to range back and forth from anger to fear. Finally, anger took control and defined my next move.
    ―Yo, what‘s up?‖ I asked.
―Hey, girl. I was just getting ready to call you. Why you been ignoring my calls?‖ Pam asked. ―We still hanging out tonight?‖
    ―Yeah,‖ I answered back. ―That‘s why I‘ m