didn't want to have anything to do with that part of her life.
Now here his only daughter was about to marry a man that he despised more than anything and there was nothing he could do about it. Happy to see her father, and not wanting to argue, Mo decided to leave him alone because whether he hated it or loved it, she was marrying Quan anyway.
Focusing her attention on the food in front of her, she said a silent prayer. The food looked scrumptious. She couldn't wait to dig in, and once she did, every bite was heavenly. Her daddy knew how to throw down in the kitchen. Just as Mo was about to take another bite of food, she heard a motorized machine coming up the stairs.
"Daddy, what in the hell is that noise?!"
"That's your brother coming up the stairs in his wheelchair. I got him one of them lift things like they got in the mall to help him up the steps."
"Oh ... my ... God. How much did that cost?" Mo placed her fork down, completely flabbergasted.
"Just ... ten thousand."
"Ten thousand dollars?! You could've gave me that money!" she screeched.
"Is that all you do? Talk about money?" Cal asked with an attitude as he entered the kitchen.
"I know you ain't talkin'?!" Mo shot back.
"What you doing here anyway?"
"None of yo' business."
"Whateva, just hurry up and leave."
"I wish I would hurry up and leave. I can't stand yo' pigeon-toed ass. Why don't you grow up and get a job?"
"The day I get a job is the day you get a job."
"I have a job. In case you have forgotten, I am a model."
"A couple of JC Penney ads don't make you a model, honey."
"Oh go fall down a flight of steps why don't you?" Mo waved him off.
"I swear you are so uncouth. Somebody ought to put soap in yo' mouth."
"It won't be you."
"That's enough, you two!" Cameron warned, having heard enough. "Cal, don't you have physical therapy in a minute?"
"I sure do, so let me go." He rolled his eyes at Mo as he wheeled himself away.
"What kind of crazy bull--"
"You better watch yo' mouth, girl," Cameron warned again.
"Why is he in physical therapy?"
"Now I ain't gon' tell you no more, your brother needs help."
"He needs help alright. The help of a good psychiatrist!"
"Girl, hush." Her father chuckled.
Mo looked at her watch, and saw that if she didn't leave soon she would be late for her hair appointment.
"Daddy, it was good seeing you, but I gotta jet."
"Where you going so soon? You haven't even finished your breakfast," he asked, sad to see her go.
"I got a hair appointment at the shop."
"Okay, well, be safe and tell Mina I said hi."
"I will. Love you daddy." Mo kissed his cheek.
"I love you, too." Mina's Joint Salon and Spa was buzzing with people. It was a Friday afternoon and everybody was trying to get their wig fixed. The radio in the salon area was on 100.3 " The Beat " and the flat screen television in the waiting room was on the " Style " network. Women were underneath the dryers and some were in chairs being attended to by a stylist. It was sure to be a hectic day at the shop.
"So where you going tonight, Miss Thang?" Delicious asked as he smoothed Mo's hair over into a bun.
"I wanna go to the Loft tonight. You wanna go?" "Sure do."
"Where Mina at? I wonder do she wanna go."
"With Meesa. You ain't know she was in town?"
"Noooo." Mo spun her head around. "Mina ain't told me nothing."
" Gurl , she got in last night. You know this her first time coming back since the wedding."
"How long is she gonna be in town?"
"I think for a week."
"Cool, we can all go out together then."
"Here they come now."
Mina and Meesa strutted through the salon doors looking like the two divas they were. Both women were designer-labeled down to their feet. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought they were twins instead of long-lost sisters.
"Hey, bitch." Mo greeted her friend with a hug.
"What's good, hoe? I didn't know you was gonna be in today," Mina responded with a hug.
"Yeah, I made a last-minute hair appointment."
"Ahh,
Now here his only daughter was about to marry a man that he despised more than anything and there was nothing he could do about it. Happy to see her father, and not wanting to argue, Mo decided to leave him alone because whether he hated it or loved it, she was marrying Quan anyway.
Focusing her attention on the food in front of her, she said a silent prayer. The food looked scrumptious. She couldn't wait to dig in, and once she did, every bite was heavenly. Her daddy knew how to throw down in the kitchen. Just as Mo was about to take another bite of food, she heard a motorized machine coming up the stairs.
"Daddy, what in the hell is that noise?!"
"That's your brother coming up the stairs in his wheelchair. I got him one of them lift things like they got in the mall to help him up the steps."
"Oh ... my ... God. How much did that cost?" Mo placed her fork down, completely flabbergasted.
"Just ... ten thousand."
"Ten thousand dollars?! You could've gave me that money!" she screeched.
"Is that all you do? Talk about money?" Cal asked with an attitude as he entered the kitchen.
"I know you ain't talkin'?!" Mo shot back.
"What you doing here anyway?"
"None of yo' business."
"Whateva, just hurry up and leave."
"I wish I would hurry up and leave. I can't stand yo' pigeon-toed ass. Why don't you grow up and get a job?"
"The day I get a job is the day you get a job."
"I have a job. In case you have forgotten, I am a model."
"A couple of JC Penney ads don't make you a model, honey."
"Oh go fall down a flight of steps why don't you?" Mo waved him off.
"I swear you are so uncouth. Somebody ought to put soap in yo' mouth."
"It won't be you."
"That's enough, you two!" Cameron warned, having heard enough. "Cal, don't you have physical therapy in a minute?"
"I sure do, so let me go." He rolled his eyes at Mo as he wheeled himself away.
"What kind of crazy bull--"
"You better watch yo' mouth, girl," Cameron warned again.
"Why is he in physical therapy?"
"Now I ain't gon' tell you no more, your brother needs help."
"He needs help alright. The help of a good psychiatrist!"
"Girl, hush." Her father chuckled.
Mo looked at her watch, and saw that if she didn't leave soon she would be late for her hair appointment.
"Daddy, it was good seeing you, but I gotta jet."
"Where you going so soon? You haven't even finished your breakfast," he asked, sad to see her go.
"I got a hair appointment at the shop."
"Okay, well, be safe and tell Mina I said hi."
"I will. Love you daddy." Mo kissed his cheek.
"I love you, too." Mina's Joint Salon and Spa was buzzing with people. It was a Friday afternoon and everybody was trying to get their wig fixed. The radio in the salon area was on 100.3 " The Beat " and the flat screen television in the waiting room was on the " Style " network. Women were underneath the dryers and some were in chairs being attended to by a stylist. It was sure to be a hectic day at the shop.
"So where you going tonight, Miss Thang?" Delicious asked as he smoothed Mo's hair over into a bun.
"I wanna go to the Loft tonight. You wanna go?" "Sure do."
"Where Mina at? I wonder do she wanna go."
"With Meesa. You ain't know she was in town?"
"Noooo." Mo spun her head around. "Mina ain't told me nothing."
" Gurl , she got in last night. You know this her first time coming back since the wedding."
"How long is she gonna be in town?"
"I think for a week."
"Cool, we can all go out together then."
"Here they come now."
Mina and Meesa strutted through the salon doors looking like the two divas they were. Both women were designer-labeled down to their feet. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought they were twins instead of long-lost sisters.
"Hey, bitch." Mo greeted her friend with a hug.
"What's good, hoe? I didn't know you was gonna be in today," Mina responded with a hug.
"Yeah, I made a last-minute hair appointment."
"Ahh,