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pain swirl around in my stomach until the numbness returns.
“ Rodeisha is at pre-K. Her nanny dropped her off this morning.”
Rodeisha ? How ghetto. How typical of a chick who prefers being a mistress over being a wife.
I want to scream out loud so that Rod can hear me, but something tells me that if he knows that I’m here, I’ll lose any upper hand that I have. I don’t want Rod to know that I know…not yet. Peach seems to know her power too, because she’s not snitching to Rod that I’m at her doorstep. Maybe she thinks drama might impact her cash flow.
Peach disconnects the phone and puts it back in her Chanel bag. “Look, Dionne. I don’t want any drama with you. I’m not trying to take your husband, and you are not hurting financially. You stay over here in Atlanta living it up, and I’ll do my thing in Birmingham. If Rod gets me to where I want to be in my music career, I might just go away.”
She might go away? I’m supposed to accept that?
“ I’ll stay in Atlanta, if you stay away from the paparazzi with my husband.”
Peach shakes her head. “No can do. I need headlines for my career. Did you hear me say I’m trying to blow up?”
“ Okay, then. I’m going home to tell Rod that you sought me out and told me all about your little love seed.”
Now Peach bursts into laughter. “I have surveillance cameras all over my property, ‘cause a girl like me gets a few…stalkers. I have the video of the first time you and your friend came over here. And how are you gonna explain to Rod that you aren’t out of town? That is what he thinks, right?”
I stand in front of this laughing trick, feeling totally foolish. I don’t have a backup plan. Shoot, I don’t have a plan at all.
“Look,” Peach says, “I don’t know why you came here. Do you want to fight or something? You want me to pull your expensive weave out and break some acrylic nails.”
I don’t have a weave.
Nor acrylic nails.
Peach continues, “Face it honey, we’re sister wives. It goes down like this all over the world. As long as everyone is taken care of, I don’t see why we both can’t live the way we want to live.”
The more this chick talks, the more I want to choke the life out of her. But I wouldn’t want the surveillance cameras to catch that.
“No ma’am. You can go ahead with that sister wife mess. You are not my sister or Rod’s wife. He’s only got one wife – me. I suggest you start saving your money, because when Rod kicks you to the curb, you’ll have to get by on his child support checks.”
Now it’s her turn to be speechless. Peach acts like she’s holding all of the cards and all of the power in between those two massive butt cheeks. But I know where the real power lies – inside Rod’s wallet.
And her access to my husband’s money is about to be severely restricted.
~14~
Camille
“ Honey, these Belgian waffles are really good. Does this breakfast mean you aren't mad at me anymore?”
I watch Bryan sit at our kitchen table, gorging himself on waffles. Being so greedy that butter and syrup dribble down his chin and onto his shirt.
Bryan is asking me if I'm mad at him because I haven't really spoken much to him since before I escaped to New Orleans for my sister's birthday. But my not speaking has nothing to do with me being angry.
I'm afraid that if I say too many words, or have too many conversations, that the secret I have will come spilling out of my mouth. I can’t let him know about my winnings. I’m up to forty thousand now, but soon, I am going to multiply that while God’s given me a golden touch. I’ve talked to my friend Lenora who is about to get me into real estate investment. She’s made close to a million dollars buying and reselling property. She said the money comes in so quickly that she can barely keep up with the deposits.
“ I'm not mad at you,
“ Rodeisha is at pre-K. Her nanny dropped her off this morning.”
Rodeisha ? How ghetto. How typical of a chick who prefers being a mistress over being a wife.
I want to scream out loud so that Rod can hear me, but something tells me that if he knows that I’m here, I’ll lose any upper hand that I have. I don’t want Rod to know that I know…not yet. Peach seems to know her power too, because she’s not snitching to Rod that I’m at her doorstep. Maybe she thinks drama might impact her cash flow.
Peach disconnects the phone and puts it back in her Chanel bag. “Look, Dionne. I don’t want any drama with you. I’m not trying to take your husband, and you are not hurting financially. You stay over here in Atlanta living it up, and I’ll do my thing in Birmingham. If Rod gets me to where I want to be in my music career, I might just go away.”
She might go away? I’m supposed to accept that?
“ I’ll stay in Atlanta, if you stay away from the paparazzi with my husband.”
Peach shakes her head. “No can do. I need headlines for my career. Did you hear me say I’m trying to blow up?”
“ Okay, then. I’m going home to tell Rod that you sought me out and told me all about your little love seed.”
Now Peach bursts into laughter. “I have surveillance cameras all over my property, ‘cause a girl like me gets a few…stalkers. I have the video of the first time you and your friend came over here. And how are you gonna explain to Rod that you aren’t out of town? That is what he thinks, right?”
I stand in front of this laughing trick, feeling totally foolish. I don’t have a backup plan. Shoot, I don’t have a plan at all.
“Look,” Peach says, “I don’t know why you came here. Do you want to fight or something? You want me to pull your expensive weave out and break some acrylic nails.”
I don’t have a weave.
Nor acrylic nails.
Peach continues, “Face it honey, we’re sister wives. It goes down like this all over the world. As long as everyone is taken care of, I don’t see why we both can’t live the way we want to live.”
The more this chick talks, the more I want to choke the life out of her. But I wouldn’t want the surveillance cameras to catch that.
“No ma’am. You can go ahead with that sister wife mess. You are not my sister or Rod’s wife. He’s only got one wife – me. I suggest you start saving your money, because when Rod kicks you to the curb, you’ll have to get by on his child support checks.”
Now it’s her turn to be speechless. Peach acts like she’s holding all of the cards and all of the power in between those two massive butt cheeks. But I know where the real power lies – inside Rod’s wallet.
And her access to my husband’s money is about to be severely restricted.
~14~
Camille
“ Honey, these Belgian waffles are really good. Does this breakfast mean you aren't mad at me anymore?”
I watch Bryan sit at our kitchen table, gorging himself on waffles. Being so greedy that butter and syrup dribble down his chin and onto his shirt.
Bryan is asking me if I'm mad at him because I haven't really spoken much to him since before I escaped to New Orleans for my sister's birthday. But my not speaking has nothing to do with me being angry.
I'm afraid that if I say too many words, or have too many conversations, that the secret I have will come spilling out of my mouth. I can’t let him know about my winnings. I’m up to forty thousand now, but soon, I am going to multiply that while God’s given me a golden touch. I’ve talked to my friend Lenora who is about to get me into real estate investment. She’s made close to a million dollars buying and reselling property. She said the money comes in so quickly that she can barely keep up with the deposits.
“ I'm not mad at you,
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