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“Brandi, I will kill you!” Vernon growled. Craig and Jeremy held him back, flailing arms and all. A fist connected with Jeremy’s face. Jeremy, whose light brown skin was a perfect combination of his Black and Mexican heritages, ran a thick hand through his wavy hair as he cracked his neck to one side. Then he straightened his shirt, growling, “Chill out, man. ‘Cause if you hit me one more time, I’m gonna whip your ass before Donny gets a chance.”
Brandi stepped forward, pulling Tanya along with her. “My husband took the liberty of bringing this
wonderful
woman into our lives. And I can respect that. This is his mistress.”
Tanya held her head high, shaking her curls out about her shoulders as more than sixty pairs of eyes bore into her.
Brandi’s gaze rested briefly on each person, absorbing the shocked expressions with glee. “And, just like the Godfather, I’ve made her an offer she can’t refuse.” She patted the woman’s hand gently, almost lovingly. “She’s going to live here with us,” she said, breaking into a satisfied smile, “as someone who keeps the home end of things together for me—sort of like a wife—
my
wife. That way I can get something out of the deal other than hard work on my part and a little slippery action between the sheets on his. Way to go, Vernon. I love you!”
Quiet settled around them as necks craned back and forth as though a tennis match had unfolded right there in the living room.
“I told you not to marry that crazy bitch,” William bellowed, startling everyone with his pure angry baritone.
“Who are you calling a bitch?” Brandi’s mother demanded, nearly dropping her plate as she whirled to face the heavyset, bearded, bald-headed man. “Call her that again and I’ll beat the cow-walking bullshit out of your plump behind.”
“Your daughter’s the one who needs a beating,” he shot back. Size-two Julie—the toy of the week—placed a hand on his upper arm. He shrugged her off, “Bringing this foolishness in my son’s house.”
“It’s my daughter’s house, too, you idiot!” Brandi’s mother shrieked back. “And she has every right to invite who she wants. At least she’s not sneaking around like your tired ass. I bet Bettye got the best of your tail on that one. Almost a quarter million per year. I bet you take hefty swigs of Pepto after writing those checks!”
William’s face turned from a bright red to an angry green. “What? You
and
your crazy-ass daughter need to get the hell out of here before I—”
“Pop a button?” she asked, with her hands folded across her small breasts. “Don’t see you trying to rein in that stud son of yours. Probably serving it up like Sunday brunch and can’t appreciate a good thing when he has it—just like you.”
Bettye choked trying to swallow her drink in one gulp. Without looking around, Avie patted the woman gently on the back, but didn’t bother to shut her own mouth, which had fallen open and stayed there as she watched the circus.
Brandi slid in between her mother and Vernon’s father. “Everyone, please. No need for alarm. Just treat Tanya with the respect and courtesy reserved for family.” Then Brandi paused, her lips forming a faint, bitter smile, adding, “Come to think of it, y’all don’t treat family too well. So, I’d better say it simply—be nice.”
Vernon’s father growled, “You’ve lost your damn mind.”
“Not at all,” she told him in her sweetest voice. “I think I’ve found it,” she said, noticing that the light in Vernon’s eyes had suddenly dimmed. She extended an arm to her wife. “Right this way, Tanya, you missed that wonderful dinner at your house. I’m sure you’re starving by now.”
Tanya looped her arm in Brandi’s and strolled to the buffet table, gingerlypicking up a plate before scanning the spread. She piled on the red beans and rice, macaroni and cheese, glazed turkey ham, corn bread and candied sweets, passed
“Brandi, I will kill you!” Vernon growled. Craig and Jeremy held him back, flailing arms and all. A fist connected with Jeremy’s face. Jeremy, whose light brown skin was a perfect combination of his Black and Mexican heritages, ran a thick hand through his wavy hair as he cracked his neck to one side. Then he straightened his shirt, growling, “Chill out, man. ‘Cause if you hit me one more time, I’m gonna whip your ass before Donny gets a chance.”
Brandi stepped forward, pulling Tanya along with her. “My husband took the liberty of bringing this
wonderful
woman into our lives. And I can respect that. This is his mistress.”
Tanya held her head high, shaking her curls out about her shoulders as more than sixty pairs of eyes bore into her.
Brandi’s gaze rested briefly on each person, absorbing the shocked expressions with glee. “And, just like the Godfather, I’ve made her an offer she can’t refuse.” She patted the woman’s hand gently, almost lovingly. “She’s going to live here with us,” she said, breaking into a satisfied smile, “as someone who keeps the home end of things together for me—sort of like a wife—
my
wife. That way I can get something out of the deal other than hard work on my part and a little slippery action between the sheets on his. Way to go, Vernon. I love you!”
Quiet settled around them as necks craned back and forth as though a tennis match had unfolded right there in the living room.
“I told you not to marry that crazy bitch,” William bellowed, startling everyone with his pure angry baritone.
“Who are you calling a bitch?” Brandi’s mother demanded, nearly dropping her plate as she whirled to face the heavyset, bearded, bald-headed man. “Call her that again and I’ll beat the cow-walking bullshit out of your plump behind.”
“Your daughter’s the one who needs a beating,” he shot back. Size-two Julie—the toy of the week—placed a hand on his upper arm. He shrugged her off, “Bringing this foolishness in my son’s house.”
“It’s my daughter’s house, too, you idiot!” Brandi’s mother shrieked back. “And she has every right to invite who she wants. At least she’s not sneaking around like your tired ass. I bet Bettye got the best of your tail on that one. Almost a quarter million per year. I bet you take hefty swigs of Pepto after writing those checks!”
William’s face turned from a bright red to an angry green. “What? You
and
your crazy-ass daughter need to get the hell out of here before I—”
“Pop a button?” she asked, with her hands folded across her small breasts. “Don’t see you trying to rein in that stud son of yours. Probably serving it up like Sunday brunch and can’t appreciate a good thing when he has it—just like you.”
Bettye choked trying to swallow her drink in one gulp. Without looking around, Avie patted the woman gently on the back, but didn’t bother to shut her own mouth, which had fallen open and stayed there as she watched the circus.
Brandi slid in between her mother and Vernon’s father. “Everyone, please. No need for alarm. Just treat Tanya with the respect and courtesy reserved for family.” Then Brandi paused, her lips forming a faint, bitter smile, adding, “Come to think of it, y’all don’t treat family too well. So, I’d better say it simply—be nice.”
Vernon’s father growled, “You’ve lost your damn mind.”
“Not at all,” she told him in her sweetest voice. “I think I’ve found it,” she said, noticing that the light in Vernon’s eyes had suddenly dimmed. She extended an arm to her wife. “Right this way, Tanya, you missed that wonderful dinner at your house. I’m sure you’re starving by now.”
Tanya looped her arm in Brandi’s and strolled to the buffet table, gingerlypicking up a plate before scanning the spread. She piled on the red beans and rice, macaroni and cheese, glazed turkey ham, corn bread and candied sweets, passed
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