The 'N' Word, Book 1

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the hell up.
    “Mia, that mothafucka got out of jail and just about killed my pussy, girl. He was going to town, moving like a damn plunger… wouldn’t even let me get up to take a piss, wore my ass out. I called the funeral home and made provisions for my departure, as a just in case. I got a life insurance policy on the pussy, too. I almost couldn’t walk after he turned me loose… He blew.my.damn.back. out !”
    Mia covered her quivering lips, stifling a laugh. She didn’t want to give it up, as she was still seething at the woman, but damn… that proved a challenge. Her mood eased a bit at Trudy’s silly words.
    “I filed for disability and it was granted. They asked what my claim was; I said death by convict dick.”
    “Ha!!!” Mia burst out laughing, unable to hold back a second longer. “You uh fool, girl!”
    “The pussy was in a damn sling… on bed rest with plenty of hydrocodone. I would have had you sign the coochie cast if I hadn’t been so embarrassed.”
    “Trudy, you are a mess! Now come on, stop horsing around. Let’s finish this walk.” She glanced at her cellphone, taking notice of the time. “I need to draft up a bunch of letters for some parent-teacher conferences.” Her brain began to wander as she worked over her TO-DO list in her mind.
    The two began to walk again, this time, giggling and laughing a bit as the air around them got lighter.
    “I love you, Mia,” Trudy declared, pausing again.
    She looked at Trudy for a moment or two, feeling as if something heavy was lying on her cousin’s heart, something she refused to release and let go of just yet. Her tone came across as sullen, depressed, dejected.
    “I love you too, Trudy. Are you okay? Something on your mind?” She took the woman’s hand and swung their arms about like they used to do as children—those times when they would run barefoot behind Grandma’s house, chasing frogs and puffing stolen cigars from Grandma’s secret stash that the woman kept in a Ziploc bag placed in a bowl of hard candy. They never stopped getting into all sorts of trouble.
    Trudy looked down at the ground then back into her eyes.
    “Nothing’s wrong, Mia. I just miss you… I want you to be happy. It seems you haven’t been truly happy since you and Rodney broke up. I came out here to be with you, to be with my best friend. I need my best friend, Mia… I need you to be happy, too.”
    Mia slid her hand away, taken aback by such words. She glided her fingers against her collarbone as her breath hitched and the moment went from glossy with mirth to dull with hidden despair.
    “I, uh…” She shook her head, disappearing into herself for a spell or two. “I’m fine. Really, I am, Trudy. Rodney and I just weren’t compatible; no love lost…” She sighed. “And I’m fine with that. Matter of fact, I’m not interested in getting into anything serious right now. That’s why when you ask me about it, I have nothing to report.”
    “You’ve sworn off dating… He hurt you.”
    “He didn’t hurt me, Trudy; it really was just that we grew apart. He didn’t cheat, tell a bunch of lies.” Mia looked off into the distance, searching for the right words. “We were just different people is all. He wanted someone that was jazzier I guess… I prefer to chill and relax, get to know people. He’s a good man. He just wasn’t for me.” Trudy nodded in understanding. “But yes, I missed him. It hurt that it had to end. I loved him after all. I’ll be real with you; I don’t want to ever feel that sort of pain again.”
    “I knew it…” Trudy shook her head, as if disgusted with the entire conversation.
    “That’s why I haven’t been out.” Mia looked away briefly. “But honestly, I loved being in love, Trudy… havin’ someone there, close, warm and endearing. But, I just can’t risk it right now. I’ll know when the time is right, my chance will come again and besides, I’ve got plenty to keep me busy.” She began to walk

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