princess. I don’t know how they do it in la-la-land, or wherever the fuck you’re from, but around here bitches get stomped out for disrespecting.”
“Slow your roll and lower your tone when speaking to me, because I didn’t get stink with you. I was just giving you my opinion on the situation and you can miss me with that princess shit, ma. Before my family had money we rested our heads in Bed-Stuy, so you can bet your ass I done had more than my fair share of scraps over hos acting silly. Ain’t nobody trying to clown you, Sahara; all I’m saying is that you’re better than those bitches so it looks crazy when you stoop to their levels.”
“Whatever.” Sahara marched down the hall toward the apartment the three of them shared.
“Don’t pay her no mind, Porsha, after we put something in the air she’ll be back to her pain-in-the-ass self.” Frankie laughed. When Frankie and Porsha made it to the apartment door, Sahara was standing as still as a tree with a piece of paper in her hand.
“I can’t believe this shit,” Sahara said in shock.
“What’s that?” Porsha tried to peer over her shoulder.
“I found this taped to the door,” Sahara said, holding the paper out for her roommates to see. It was an eviction notice.
CHAPTER 9
The room had gone quiet. So quiet that you could hear the paper from the Dutch Master burning every time Frankie took a pull. The three girls sat around the living room coffee table, staring at the eviction notice like it was a Chinese arithmetic problem. No one could believe it or figure out where it had come from, but they knew they had to deal with it.
“I can’t believe this shit.” Frankie expelled a cloud of smoke. “Who the fuck gets evicted in 2011?”
“According to the letter, us. ” Porsha snorted. She hated to laugh, but it was all she could do to keep from crying. She had seen some hard times in her day, but being homeless was something she couldn’t even fathom. No matter how close she cut it when it came to paying the rent when she was out on her own, it had never come down to her being tossed into the street.
Sahara ran her fingers through her hair, shaking her head when loose strands came away on her fingers. “This shit couldn’t have happened at a worse time. King’s surprise party is tomorrow and I got enough shit on my plate to deal with without this adding on to it.”
Frankie rolled her neck and looked at Sahara as if she had bumped her head. “We’re about to get kicked out on our asses and you’re worried about throwing a party for some nigga? Baby girl, you better prioritize and try to help us brainstorm to get this money up.”
“Get the money up.” Sahara leaned forward in the rickety brown rocking chair. “Why the fuck should I when I’ve been dropping my portion in the pot for I don’t know how long and it ain’t been getting to where it’s supposed to be? That letter says we’re over three months behind and I know for the last few months since I ain’t been working I’ve been giving my money to Porsha as I get it so I’m not tempted to spend it.” She glared at Porsha.
Porsha leaned back and eyeballed Sahara. “Don’t be looking at me all crazy like this shit is my fault. I’ve been working all night and sleeping all day, so getting the rent delivered can get complicated with me so I’ve been giving it to Frankie. And besides, she’s always the last one to kick up and we all agreed to the rule, right?” The girls had come to the agreement that whoever was responsible for the rent being late would be the one to drop it off and have to endure the bullshit lecture from the woman who was subleasing the apartment and none of them looked forward to that because Debbie could talk for hours about absolutely nothing.
Frankie flicked the blunt ashes in the ashtray and took in her roommates. “Okay, okay, I’ll take responsibility for coming through at the last minute with my portion of the rent, but don’t be
“Slow your roll and lower your tone when speaking to me, because I didn’t get stink with you. I was just giving you my opinion on the situation and you can miss me with that princess shit, ma. Before my family had money we rested our heads in Bed-Stuy, so you can bet your ass I done had more than my fair share of scraps over hos acting silly. Ain’t nobody trying to clown you, Sahara; all I’m saying is that you’re better than those bitches so it looks crazy when you stoop to their levels.”
“Whatever.” Sahara marched down the hall toward the apartment the three of them shared.
“Don’t pay her no mind, Porsha, after we put something in the air she’ll be back to her pain-in-the-ass self.” Frankie laughed. When Frankie and Porsha made it to the apartment door, Sahara was standing as still as a tree with a piece of paper in her hand.
“I can’t believe this shit,” Sahara said in shock.
“What’s that?” Porsha tried to peer over her shoulder.
“I found this taped to the door,” Sahara said, holding the paper out for her roommates to see. It was an eviction notice.
CHAPTER 9
The room had gone quiet. So quiet that you could hear the paper from the Dutch Master burning every time Frankie took a pull. The three girls sat around the living room coffee table, staring at the eviction notice like it was a Chinese arithmetic problem. No one could believe it or figure out where it had come from, but they knew they had to deal with it.
“I can’t believe this shit.” Frankie expelled a cloud of smoke. “Who the fuck gets evicted in 2011?”
“According to the letter, us. ” Porsha snorted. She hated to laugh, but it was all she could do to keep from crying. She had seen some hard times in her day, but being homeless was something she couldn’t even fathom. No matter how close she cut it when it came to paying the rent when she was out on her own, it had never come down to her being tossed into the street.
Sahara ran her fingers through her hair, shaking her head when loose strands came away on her fingers. “This shit couldn’t have happened at a worse time. King’s surprise party is tomorrow and I got enough shit on my plate to deal with without this adding on to it.”
Frankie rolled her neck and looked at Sahara as if she had bumped her head. “We’re about to get kicked out on our asses and you’re worried about throwing a party for some nigga? Baby girl, you better prioritize and try to help us brainstorm to get this money up.”
“Get the money up.” Sahara leaned forward in the rickety brown rocking chair. “Why the fuck should I when I’ve been dropping my portion in the pot for I don’t know how long and it ain’t been getting to where it’s supposed to be? That letter says we’re over three months behind and I know for the last few months since I ain’t been working I’ve been giving my money to Porsha as I get it so I’m not tempted to spend it.” She glared at Porsha.
Porsha leaned back and eyeballed Sahara. “Don’t be looking at me all crazy like this shit is my fault. I’ve been working all night and sleeping all day, so getting the rent delivered can get complicated with me so I’ve been giving it to Frankie. And besides, she’s always the last one to kick up and we all agreed to the rule, right?” The girls had come to the agreement that whoever was responsible for the rent being late would be the one to drop it off and have to endure the bullshit lecture from the woman who was subleasing the apartment and none of them looked forward to that because Debbie could talk for hours about absolutely nothing.
Frankie flicked the blunt ashes in the ashtray and took in her roommates. “Okay, okay, I’ll take responsibility for coming through at the last minute with my portion of the rent, but don’t be
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