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doing? Any better?”
“Nope. I talked to her earlier today. I don’t think she’ll get a peaceful night’s sleep until Eugene gets hit by a bus.”
“That’s understandable.” Jefferson yawned, which made Vernetta do the same about three seconds later. “That brother better be glad he didn’t date one of my sisters. Special has a right to be hot.”
“I’m okay with her being hot, but I’m beginning to think she may need professional help. The idea that Eugene could possibly live another fifty years is killing her.”
“If I were him, I’d be packing up and moving out of state ’cuz Special ain’t about to forgive or forget.”
“I think she will,” Vernetta said, “in time.”
Jefferson stuck out his hand. “Bet.”
“Bet what?”
“Bet she goes after him.”
“Special is all talk. Her anger will pass.”
“No way. Special’s the kind of woman who won’t rest until she gets her revenge. Don’t forget about that guy whose tires she slashed. All he did was cheat on her.”
“I really regret telling you about that,” Vernetta said. “She was young and crazy when that happened.”
“And now she’s older and crazier. You should tell that brother to pack up and get the hell outta Dodge.”
“She’ll be alright.”
“If I had to be on your bad side or Special’s, I’d choose you any day.”
“You act like she’s going to start stalking him or something.”
“I wouldn’t put it past her.” Jefferson stood up and picked up the trash from the coffee table. He couldn’t stand untidiness. “What’s for dinner?”
“It depends. What are you cooking?”
He smiled down at her. “I want you to know that I resent that bait-’n-switch scam you pulled on me.”
Vernetta laughed. When they first started dating, she regularly treated him to home-cooked meals. Now that they were husband and wife, home cooking was reserved for special occasions.
“You women are experts when it comes to deception,” Jefferson said. “That’s how I know your girl’s got something off the hook in store for that dude Eugene.”
Chapter 15
M arvin Dobbs drummed his fingers on the table and wondered what was keeping Nathaniel. A loud group of unruly students cheered at the two flat screen TVs hanging over the bar at the Trojan Horse Grill across from the USC campus. Monday night basketball always brought in a nice crowd.
Just then Nathaniel “Breakaway” Allen entered the bar. A slight buzz whizzed about the room as eyes turned and fingers pointed. Nathaniel wasn’t even a Trojan yet, but people treated the young running back like he was a million-dollar player in the pros.
Nathaniel slapped his books on the table where Marvin was sitting. “Hey, dawg. What up?”
Before Marvin could answer, a busty blond pranced over and purred at him. “Hi, Nate. I hope you can make my party tonight.”
Who had time to party on a week night
? The lust glistening in the woman’s eyes disgusted Marvin. If Nathaniel had given her the go-ahead, she probably would’ve spread her legs and let him do her right there on the table.
If you only knew, Marvin thought.
Nathaniel promised to drop by, then pulled the girl into his lap and started feeding her lines Marvin hadn’t heard since junior high.
Marvin didn’t have time for this nonsense. For the past six months, he had been tutoring Nathaniel, a student at Fox Hills Junior College, so that he would have a head start on his course work when he transferred to USC in the fall. But Marvin had his own school work to get to if he planned to graduate in June. Of course, English and biology weren’t the only things on their agendas tonight.
Finally bored with the girl, Nathaniel booted her from his lap. “Let’s get over to the library, dawg.”
As they made their way to the door, Marvin’s eyes were drawn to a jock sitting at the bar.
Damn!
The guy had just
clocked
him. Marvin knew the man would keep his secret, just as Marvin would keep his.
“Nope. I talked to her earlier today. I don’t think she’ll get a peaceful night’s sleep until Eugene gets hit by a bus.”
“That’s understandable.” Jefferson yawned, which made Vernetta do the same about three seconds later. “That brother better be glad he didn’t date one of my sisters. Special has a right to be hot.”
“I’m okay with her being hot, but I’m beginning to think she may need professional help. The idea that Eugene could possibly live another fifty years is killing her.”
“If I were him, I’d be packing up and moving out of state ’cuz Special ain’t about to forgive or forget.”
“I think she will,” Vernetta said, “in time.”
Jefferson stuck out his hand. “Bet.”
“Bet what?”
“Bet she goes after him.”
“Special is all talk. Her anger will pass.”
“No way. Special’s the kind of woman who won’t rest until she gets her revenge. Don’t forget about that guy whose tires she slashed. All he did was cheat on her.”
“I really regret telling you about that,” Vernetta said. “She was young and crazy when that happened.”
“And now she’s older and crazier. You should tell that brother to pack up and get the hell outta Dodge.”
“She’ll be alright.”
“If I had to be on your bad side or Special’s, I’d choose you any day.”
“You act like she’s going to start stalking him or something.”
“I wouldn’t put it past her.” Jefferson stood up and picked up the trash from the coffee table. He couldn’t stand untidiness. “What’s for dinner?”
“It depends. What are you cooking?”
He smiled down at her. “I want you to know that I resent that bait-’n-switch scam you pulled on me.”
Vernetta laughed. When they first started dating, she regularly treated him to home-cooked meals. Now that they were husband and wife, home cooking was reserved for special occasions.
“You women are experts when it comes to deception,” Jefferson said. “That’s how I know your girl’s got something off the hook in store for that dude Eugene.”
Chapter 15
M arvin Dobbs drummed his fingers on the table and wondered what was keeping Nathaniel. A loud group of unruly students cheered at the two flat screen TVs hanging over the bar at the Trojan Horse Grill across from the USC campus. Monday night basketball always brought in a nice crowd.
Just then Nathaniel “Breakaway” Allen entered the bar. A slight buzz whizzed about the room as eyes turned and fingers pointed. Nathaniel wasn’t even a Trojan yet, but people treated the young running back like he was a million-dollar player in the pros.
Nathaniel slapped his books on the table where Marvin was sitting. “Hey, dawg. What up?”
Before Marvin could answer, a busty blond pranced over and purred at him. “Hi, Nate. I hope you can make my party tonight.”
Who had time to party on a week night
? The lust glistening in the woman’s eyes disgusted Marvin. If Nathaniel had given her the go-ahead, she probably would’ve spread her legs and let him do her right there on the table.
If you only knew, Marvin thought.
Nathaniel promised to drop by, then pulled the girl into his lap and started feeding her lines Marvin hadn’t heard since junior high.
Marvin didn’t have time for this nonsense. For the past six months, he had been tutoring Nathaniel, a student at Fox Hills Junior College, so that he would have a head start on his course work when he transferred to USC in the fall. But Marvin had his own school work to get to if he planned to graduate in June. Of course, English and biology weren’t the only things on their agendas tonight.
Finally bored with the girl, Nathaniel booted her from his lap. “Let’s get over to the library, dawg.”
As they made their way to the door, Marvin’s eyes were drawn to a jock sitting at the bar.
Damn!
The guy had just
clocked
him. Marvin knew the man would keep his secret, just as Marvin would keep his.
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