DRIVING – 5:40 p.m.
I listened as the girls chatted.
Sway cracked. “Cami, girl, I can tell Julianna’s missing the life.”
“Bet! You know that ho had a pimp back in the day. Bitch probably brought in a million dollars during her career.”
“Back when the game was different. You didn’t have all these wannabe ass pimps out here with no fucking class. They not only don’t play by the rules, they don’t even know the rules. It’s a gentleman’s game.”
“Right?! Motherfuckers beefing when they lose their hos. You lose a bitch, you get another bitch. That’s why a real pimp can’t step to a motherfucker and let him know his ho chose him. They’re ready to kill over losing a bitch.
“How are your other bitches going to respect your shit if you’re going out like that over a ho that don’t want to be with you anymore? They’re working hard trying to build something, and you’re risking it all on one ho.”
I cut in. “You really think she had a pimp? Maybe she just danced.”
Sway turned to me. “You know she thinks you’re a pimp.”
“Come on…”
“Andre, you have to know that. She called Cami the new addition to the family.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“I saw her peeping that Rolly on your wrist.”
“It ain’t even a President… And I don’t mean any disrespect to you, Cami. I’m just making a point.”
Sway continued. “It’s a Rolex. She probably thinks you have more than that one.”
Cami grinned. “She likes you. I bet if she was young, she’d be trying to choose you. That’s why she was going out of her way to make sure you got the apartment.”
“She had that all set up from when I talked to her on the phone.”
“I bet by your voice, she wanted to meet you.”
“Because she could tell I’m black?”
“Yeah! And she wanted to fuck you as soon as she saw you!”
KNOCKOUT SPORTS BAR – NORTHWEST HIGHWAY – 5:59 p.m.
We were seated, eating. Sway looked to me. “Baby, I just thought about it. We have to get new dishes, pots, silverware… We don’t even have anything to drink out of. How am I going to cook?”
“We definitely have to get that because I’m about tired of this place. Cami, I don’t know if she told you, but she can cook. I mean, really cook.”
“I can’t wait to try it.”
“You’re in for a treat.” I looked to Sway. “What are we going to do about furniture? The room… I mean the apartment is going to be ready on Monday.”
“Is that when we move in?”
“Yes.” A Rooms To Go commercial appeared on the TV monitors above. We all looked to each other and laughed. “I guess that’s it. Let’s go tomorrow, early. That way, we can have time to pick out what we want and have it delivered.”
“Cami’s leaving tomorrow, Andre.”
“Fuck. I forgot about that. What time?”
“He’s sending a car at ten.”
“In the morning?”
“Yeah.”
“You come back on Monday, right?”
“Monday night.”
“We’ll be moved in by then. Can’t you go online and pick out what you want? It’ll be there waiting for you when you get back.”
Sway added. “And I’ll have your bed made up and your clothes put away for you.”
“We’re going to Best Buy as soon as we leave here. I want the biggest fucking TV that can fit in the living room. Plus a big ass recliner so I can chill.”
“Just like a man, Cami.” Sway smiled. “Baby, we need to sit too. Let’s get a sofa…”
“I want my recliner.”
“Let’s get a sofa… A sectional with a recliner.”
“They make that?”
“Yes. We can get one with a recliner and a chaise.”
“I think I do remember seeing something like that.”
“Baby, let mama do this, okay? You pick the TV and whatever game thingy you want to go with it, and let me do the rest.”
“I don’t want any frilly shit in the bathroom, though.”
“Two bathrooms, remember?”
“I get one and…”
“Cami and I will share the second one.”
“All that make-up, hair dryers, and hair all over the place. What about a vacuum cleaner? We need that too.”
“We will.”
“A computer! Or a couple laptops. We’ll have real addresses and a mailbox with mail in it. Like real people. Even a garage for the Corvette.”
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