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tried to flip a Frisbee to him but he let it hit him in the nose. He hid under the couch for two days behind that shit.
    After I put on my nightgown, I turned my attention to my laptop. I wanted to check my investment portfolio and do some more research on the dogs I’d inherited. Randy had picked these dogs for a reason, and I refused to ask him why they were so special. They weren’t bred in the United States, so I needed to find some key selling points to help me get the most from the dogs if I sold them on EBay. I wanted to dispose of them as soon as the dust settled. When I told Kenya that this business was going to finance my dream vacation and all the cosmetic surgery I’d ever thought about, I meant it.
    I passed the mirror with my laptop in hand, and my reflection damn near scared the shit out of me. I wasn’t use to the short haircut. My hair had been my security blanket for so long. I used it to take the focus off my big nose and large forehead. My nose was too pointed for my face, my lips were too thick—in my opinion—to be considered attractive; so I would use the money from the sale of the dogs to finance the ultimate makeover. I would call it a parting gift from my husband whether he liked it or not—a last laugh and a fuck you too at the same time.
    The phone rang and interrupted my fantasy of the ultimate makeover. The shrill tone jerked me back into the real world. I snatched up the receiver wanting the noise to stop. “Hello?”
    “ Please don’t hang up. It’s me,” Randy said.
    Fire comingled with desire as I listened to his smooth, sexy voice. I loved the sound of his voice. I could not speak. My tongue suddenly felt thicker, blocking the words of endearment that wanted to flow out of my mouth.
    “ Felicia, are you there?”
    “ What is it?” False hope filled my mind. I mouthed a silent prayer, hoping he’d changed his mind and was willing to drop this whole silly matter and come home where he belonged.
    “ Are you busy? I could call you back later.”
    Who the hell is he kidding? Am I busy? Doing what? You took my life with you when you left. “I can spare a few minutes.”
    “ Oh … okay. Uh …”
    I waited for him to say what he was calling about, but he didn’t say anything. Several seconds ticked by and the silence remained. Each tick defined my reality: he wasn’t calling to beg for forgiveness, he was calling about his dog. “Randy, if you have something to say could you just spit it out.”
    “ Damn. You don’t have to sound so … cold.”
    “ Excuse me? How exactly am I supposed to act?” I held my breath while waiting for his answer.
    “ Uh, damn, Felicia, this isn’t easy for me.”
    I stared at the receiver in disbelief. I could not believe he would twist his lips to say that to me, as if I gave a flying fuck how he felt at this point. As I put the phone back to my ear, I heard the tail-end of his rationale.
    “… I don’t know. After all, we were together for over thirteen years.”
    Oh no he didn’t go there! “And who flipped the script and wanted out? Not me, buddy, so don’t get it twisted.”
    “ You know what: Forget that I even called you. I thought I could talk to you, but I guess I was wrong.”
    “ Fine.” This brother had truly taken leave of his senses. He had the nerve to cop an attitude when he had started this shit. As far as I was concerned, he could kiss my entire ass.
    “ Oh, you’re going to just let me hang up?”
    “ Uh … duh !” my childish response was met with silence, but I still hung on to the phone, willing him to ask forgiveness and to come home. My heart was beating rapidly; I wanted this drama to end. I wanted my life back.
    He sighed. “I thought since the divorce will be final tomorrow, we could let bygones be bygones and become friends.”
    With these words came the realization that dreams don’t always come true. “Look, I’m not about to let you continue to piss on me and tell me it’s raining. You will