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wasn’t prepared. But are we ever really prepared?”
    Leaning back in her chair, she shook her head in bewilderment. “Nikki…this is some shit. I’m so sorry, girlfriend. I used to envy the two of you.”
    I gave her a weird look. “Envy us?”
    â€œHell, yeah. The two of you have been together since junior high. You knew someday you would get married. And as far as I know he’s the only man you’ve ever fucked. Now that’s amazing.”
    â€œI guess for you it is.”
    Trinette started laughing, and I laughed along with her until she pressed a finger to her lips.
    â€œOh, shit!” I whispered. “I forgot Leon’s home.”
    Trinette gave me a dismissive wave. “Don’t worry. He’s out like a light.”
    Maybe she wasn’t worried, but I was. “Girl, my bad. The last thing I need is for Leon to hear.” I looked around to make sure he wasn’t about to walk in the room. “Enough about me, what did he say about buying another car?”
    Her lips curved mischievously. What was her ass up to now? “I decided I want another house instead.”
    â€œWhat?” I gave her a weird look. Her announcement had come out of nowhere. “A new house? Uhhh, uhhh…I thought you wanted a new car?” I decided to play along. “Where at?”
    She had a shit-eating grin on her face. “In Webster Grove.”
    I frowned. Bougieville USA. “How much?”
    Trinette took a long sip while looking quite pleased with herself. “About four hundred.”
    Goodness, there was no way I could even dream of spending that much. “What about your condo?” It was hard keeping the envy out of my voice.
    â€œI’m gonna put it on the market and try to sell it.”
    I nodded. “With the housing market the way it is, you might wanna do that first. I know too many people having a helluva time trying to sell their homes. Not to mention the value has dropped tremendously.”
    She gave me a shrug that said she wasn’t worried. “I’m sure I won’t have a problem selling this place.”
    â€œAnd what does Leon say about that?” I pressed.
    â€œThere was a little resistance…but I used the power of persuasion on him…a.k.a. Ms. Kitty.” She purred, then tilted her glass to her lips.
    I sat there shaking my head. “You are too much.”
    â€œYeah…I know. Leon will let me take money outta the account for a down payment, but the earnest money, inspections, etcetera, all have to come outta my own pocket.”
    My brow rose. “And how you hope to do that?”
    Trinette frowned as if she didn’t have a clue what I was talking about. “What do you mean? I work.”
    I sat there with my arms folded against my chest. Who was Trinette trying to fool? “Yep…you work. I also know your entire check is spent on your credit cards and supporting your expensive shop habit.”
    â€œNot all of it,” she retorted with major attitude.
    â€œUh-huh…whatever. I bet you Leon thinks you’ve been saving money, right?”
    Trinette pursed her lips. She hates when I’m right. “True, but I can get around that.”
    â€œReally? And where are you planning to get the money?”
    She stuck out her tongue. “You know I have my way.”
    I leaned back on the couch and shook my head. Trinette was playing a dangerous game. “I just bet you do. I ain’t mad. If you can buy your dream home, then I’m happy for you.”
    â€œNow that’s what I’m talking about. Everyone else is always trying to hate on my ass.”
    â€œI wonder why,” I mumbled. Trinette is one of those women you either love or hate. There is no in between. I reached for the bottle and poured us both another glass, and for the longest time I just sat there sipping my wine.
    â€œWhy you need a new house if you’re planning to move to