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Dior isn’t a stranger, but we should do our best to feed her and provide a warm place to lay her head as best we can. That’s the Scripture. We said we would always strive to have a Christian home, not just when it suits us.”
    Marvin stroked at his chin. Having heard the same sermon, he took his analysis to another level. “Feed her and take her in, huh? Don’t forget the Bible also says to clothe the naked and look in on the sick. Well that cousin of yours is twisted all the way to the bone, and there ain’t no cure for that.”
    â€œDon’t be so short-sighted,” Chandelle argued.
    â€œAnd don’t you get all ‘What would Jesus do’ on me. Dior doesn’t know Him and He probably forgot about her a long time ago.”
    â€œWatch what you say, Marvin. Neither one of us is in any position to judge or to be trying to guess who Jesus is pulling for or is still down with. Me and Dior, we’ve got a good understanding, and she’ll be on her best behavior or I’ll toss her out myself. You have my word on that.”
    â€œYour word?” Marvin huffed. “It doesn’t mean as much to me when you’ve already given it to her.”
    Dior had been listening attentively with her ear pressed against the bedroom door. Marvin nearly stumbled over her when he darted out. Slow down, dude, it ain’t that serious, she thought. But ooh, isn’t it cozy to have y’all fighting over me? Warm fuzzies. ” Dior realized then that Marvin was not even remotely happy with her being there. An array of mischievous ideas crossed her mind immediately. She was determined, willing to stop at nothing, to manipulate Marvin’s attitude toward her.
    Once the door slammed behind Marvin, Dior sighed as she plopped down on the sofa, she was relieved to have slid in just under the wire. Chandelle exhaled, too, although for a different reason entirely. Her man was not happy, her home had been upset by an unannounced visitor whom he didn’t much care for, and trouble was brewing inside of him. She felt that the one saving grace was making it through the weekend without having had her expensive purchase detected by him.
    Then there was a knock at the door. Chandelle shrugged her shoulders. When she looked out of the peephole, her eyes found Marvin’s face scowling back at hers. Chandelle wasn’t sure what to make of it when she twisted the doorknob. “What is it, Marvin, did you forget your keys?” she asked.
    â€œNo, but you forgot to tell me about this,” he smarted. Before Chandelle had the chance to explain what a six-thousand-dollar fur was doing in the trunk of her car, Marvin iced her with a damaging assessment of their commitment to fiscal responsibilities. “I’ve been munching on pimp steak for a month now, saving every dime I could so that we wouldn’t be strapped over buying a decent home, and you’ve been out there behind my back running through the mall and running up our credit. It’s going back, Chandelle, today!” Without as much as another word, Marvin handed the garment bag to his wife, turned, and walked away.
    â€œI never told you because I’d already planned on returning it,” she said to the closed door. “Besides, nobody asked you to eat all that baloney.”
    â€œI told you he was gonna trip,” Dior chuckled, with her head in her hands. “Baloney? For a whole month? I ain’t ever had a man love me that much,” she added as an afterthought. “And I hate baloney, even if it does have a first name.”
    â€œSo does Marvin,” Chandelle whispered, recognizing just how lucky she had been while being carelessly frivolous at the same time. “Give me a minute,” she said, before heading for the backroom. “We’ve got to go.”
    â€œGo? Go where?”
    â€œWhere a woman should steer clear of when her man is sacrificing for their future by