living on pimp steak. Girl, weâre going to the Galleria.â
7
Two Kinds of Crazy
âI am so blessed to have Marvin,â Chandelle admitted fondly, while patrolling the mall parking lot for an available space not too far from the entrance. âItâs still hard to do what Iâm supposed to, though. Itâs like they say, I shop, therefore I am.â She glanced at Dior, who was frowning curiously.
âI saw that on a swap meet T-shirt before,â she said, with her lips pursed momentarily. âAlmost copped one, too, but it sounded like something a white chick would flow with so I put it back.â
âUh-uh, white women donât have a lock on blowing money. Thatâs always an equal-opportunity situation. Oh, hereâs a good spot.â Chandelle guided her car in and killed the engine. She turned toward her cousin and glared.
âWhat?â Dior said with the same curious frown as before.
âDonât what me. I want you to be on your best behavior in there,â Chandelle demanded. âNot that you would, but I donât need to get jammed up behind some stolen goods misunderstanding, and Iâm certainly not in the mood to watch you try and urinate your way out of a shoplifting beef.â
âChandelle, I wouldnât do that to you,â she answered, lowering her head in shame. âAnyways, I ainât even got to pee. Letâs go.â Dior hopped out of the car like it was on fire. âHurrâ up, cuz, the quicker we can shake you loose from that funky coat, the quicker we can scout around for sales.â
âI thought you couldnât make rent,â Chandelle asked, as they stepped inside the entrance doors.
âI canât, but what does that have to do with anything?â Dior reasoned, despite her bleak financial predicament. âI left one of my favorite dresses at the apartment. Might not get it back after they find that window I smashed.â
âAnd if you had taken care of business like I suggested, instead of dashing over to Kevlinâs, you might not be in this mess,â Chandelle told her. âWhy donât you like normal men who want to treat you right?â
Diorâs impulsive and sometimes carefree attitude was legendary. She had no use for normal men who actually were interested in working on more than merely perfecting various sexual positions. Dior craved drama and men who could deliver it by the bus load. Pure and simple, she was known in certain circles as a jump off , the kind of woman who committed men often kept on the side for quick hits and cheap tricks. While stumbling through life and searching for her place in it, Dior had grown accustomed to being the other woman. She preferred things that way. Her biggest weakness was a yearning to acquire without exerting the effort and energy required to do it honestly. After she continually managed to come up short, the same questions traced her lips: Why does it take the wrong men a hot minute to love me while the right ones never seem to want to?
âI donât have time to sort through normal brothas trying to figure out why they donât already have a woman and what they did to chase the last one off. And I donât have room in my life for misfits. Oneâs plenty, and Iâm it.â
Inside of the glassed-in elevator, Chandelle pushed the button going up. She allowed Diorâs flawed logic to play around in her head until she became dizzy. âYour way of thinking missed me. It almost sounds like you couldnât be interested in a man unless he has at least one woman in his life to start.â
âAt least one,â she answered matter-of-factly. âTake Marvin, for instance. My friends think heâs so cute, but they love the fact that he has a real pretty wife. Donât ask me, but thatâs the way it is, coming from where Iâm from. His stock went way up when he married you.â
âDior,
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