Did you forget that you’re still going to court for that shit?”
“Hell nah, I ain’t forget. How the fuck could I?” NiChia asked with her face twisted up. “It pisses me off that that hoe can run her dick suckers all fucking day long, but when I finally get tired and pop her in her shit, I’m the one that’s wrong,” she groaned. “She better hope I don’t go to jail behind that bullshit because if I do, when I get out, I’m gone drag that bitch again! Next time she better hope she’s able to talk when the cops pull up, because I plan to murk her trifling ass.”
“Peanut!” Franny yelled, walking into the room. “What I tell you about that language?”
Dropping her eyes, NiChia replied, “I’m sorry grandma. I’m just upset.”
“That’s okay baby, just remember next time before I beat yo’ tail,” Franny said, causing both of her granddaughters to laugh. “Where you off to, Nikki?” She turned her attention to her eldest grandchild.
“To have lunch with that phony bit-” NiChia looked over at her grandmother with wide eyes, “that phony heffa that she calls her best friend.”
“Humph, you still dealing with that ole’ fast tail girl?” Franny asked, walking over to Dominique.
“Yep,” NiChia spoke, which made Franny look over at her.
“Girl, I wasn’t even talking to you,” she told her. “Don’t you got some business?”
NiChia smacked her lips loudly and rolled her eyes. “Well, excuse me. I guess I’ll go and check on my nephew, since this conversation doesn’t involve me. Maybe, while I’m there, I can find me some business.”
Franny watched as her younger granddaughter got up off the bed and stomped towards the door like a little kid. “You better watch that attitude, missy. You ain’t too grown to get popped in the goddamn mouth, you hear me?”
“Yes grandma,” NiChia mumbled, as she walked out of the bedroom door. She knew when Franny cursed, she was serious, and although she was a live wire, she never got out of pocket with her grandmother because she knew better.
“That girl gone make me beat her ass one day,” Franny said, once NiChia was out of ear shot.
“Yeah right. You ain’t gone whip nobody grandma.” Dominique laughed. “You already know how Peanut is.”
“That I do,” Franny agreed, “That girl has an attitude on her. Remind me of her mother back in the day. Boy, do I miss me some Nicole. That girl used have your daddy on his toes.” A grin appeared on her face as she reminisced. “I sometimes wonder how things would have turned out if he had married her, but then I remember that everything happens for a reason and God makes no mistakes.”
Dominique smiled. “Amen.”
“Anyways, how has my beautiful granddaughter been?”
Dominique picked up a bottle of oil, poured a few drops in her hands and started to unravel one of her Bantu knots. “I’m doing pretty good,” she replied, while moving on to the next one.
“Girl, who you think you fooling?” Franny asked, looking at her granddaughter though the mirror. “I may be old, but I ain’t stupid.”
Dominique snickered. “I know you ain’t stupid, grandma. You’re one of the smartest women I know.” When she saw Franny still staring at her, she smiled. “Seriously, I’m okay.”
“Who is he?”
“What?” Dominique asked, trying to keep the shocked expression off of her face. It didn’t work because her grandmother had already seen it.
“You heard me, who is he?”
“What makes you think it’s—”
“Stop,” Franny told her, lifting her hand up and cutting her off. She took a deep breath. “Now, you just told me that I already know how Peanut is, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So, doesn’t that mean that I know how you are too?”
“I guess so.”
“Okay, so tell me who he is,” Franny urged.
Dominique dropped her eyes to the floor. She could no longer look at her grandmother because she knew she was right. “I can’t because I don’t want you
“Hell nah, I ain’t forget. How the fuck could I?” NiChia asked with her face twisted up. “It pisses me off that that hoe can run her dick suckers all fucking day long, but when I finally get tired and pop her in her shit, I’m the one that’s wrong,” she groaned. “She better hope I don’t go to jail behind that bullshit because if I do, when I get out, I’m gone drag that bitch again! Next time she better hope she’s able to talk when the cops pull up, because I plan to murk her trifling ass.”
“Peanut!” Franny yelled, walking into the room. “What I tell you about that language?”
Dropping her eyes, NiChia replied, “I’m sorry grandma. I’m just upset.”
“That’s okay baby, just remember next time before I beat yo’ tail,” Franny said, causing both of her granddaughters to laugh. “Where you off to, Nikki?” She turned her attention to her eldest grandchild.
“To have lunch with that phony bit-” NiChia looked over at her grandmother with wide eyes, “that phony heffa that she calls her best friend.”
“Humph, you still dealing with that ole’ fast tail girl?” Franny asked, walking over to Dominique.
“Yep,” NiChia spoke, which made Franny look over at her.
“Girl, I wasn’t even talking to you,” she told her. “Don’t you got some business?”
NiChia smacked her lips loudly and rolled her eyes. “Well, excuse me. I guess I’ll go and check on my nephew, since this conversation doesn’t involve me. Maybe, while I’m there, I can find me some business.”
Franny watched as her younger granddaughter got up off the bed and stomped towards the door like a little kid. “You better watch that attitude, missy. You ain’t too grown to get popped in the goddamn mouth, you hear me?”
“Yes grandma,” NiChia mumbled, as she walked out of the bedroom door. She knew when Franny cursed, she was serious, and although she was a live wire, she never got out of pocket with her grandmother because she knew better.
“That girl gone make me beat her ass one day,” Franny said, once NiChia was out of ear shot.
“Yeah right. You ain’t gone whip nobody grandma.” Dominique laughed. “You already know how Peanut is.”
“That I do,” Franny agreed, “That girl has an attitude on her. Remind me of her mother back in the day. Boy, do I miss me some Nicole. That girl used have your daddy on his toes.” A grin appeared on her face as she reminisced. “I sometimes wonder how things would have turned out if he had married her, but then I remember that everything happens for a reason and God makes no mistakes.”
Dominique smiled. “Amen.”
“Anyways, how has my beautiful granddaughter been?”
Dominique picked up a bottle of oil, poured a few drops in her hands and started to unravel one of her Bantu knots. “I’m doing pretty good,” she replied, while moving on to the next one.
“Girl, who you think you fooling?” Franny asked, looking at her granddaughter though the mirror. “I may be old, but I ain’t stupid.”
Dominique snickered. “I know you ain’t stupid, grandma. You’re one of the smartest women I know.” When she saw Franny still staring at her, she smiled. “Seriously, I’m okay.”
“Who is he?”
“What?” Dominique asked, trying to keep the shocked expression off of her face. It didn’t work because her grandmother had already seen it.
“You heard me, who is he?”
“What makes you think it’s—”
“Stop,” Franny told her, lifting her hand up and cutting her off. She took a deep breath. “Now, you just told me that I already know how Peanut is, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So, doesn’t that mean that I know how you are too?”
“I guess so.”
“Okay, so tell me who he is,” Franny urged.
Dominique dropped her eyes to the floor. She could no longer look at her grandmother because she knew she was right. “I can’t because I don’t want you
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