Chapter 16 #2
“Girl, them customers that she be having gets on my fuckin nerves. I guess she did somebody hair, and the girl told Tru that she had to get her wallet out the car when it was time to pay. Tru went outside with the girl, and the bitch started going off on Tru, telling her how she didn’t have to follow her outside, and a bunch of other stupid shit.
They started arguing, and the girl told Tru that she wasn’t going to pay her, which was her intentions from jump.
They fought, and Tru, being my child, beat the girl ass, and opened her car door, and girl, there wasn’t a wallet in sight.
She was never going to pay Tru. I like that my child has her own hustle, but them hoes be trying her, and I hate that,” Tommie vented to me, and during the story, my mama was coming from the kitchen, ready to go off because she didn’t play that shit when it came to her grandkids.
“So, did she get her money?” our mama wanted to know, asking the million-dollar question.
“Tru said that she told that girl that she couldn’t leave until she had somebody send her the money. She called somebody, and they sent the money over to Tru,” Tommie stated, and that was all I needed to know.
Being in any industry, where you had to service people, you were going to have people that would try you. When I first started doing tattoos, I had a few people try to run off on a bill, but just like my niece did, I would throw hands in a second when it came to my money.
Tommie took a seat in the living room, and Blake came back in as well.
It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door, and my mom was the one to go, and answer it.
I was curious to see how this introduction was going to go down between Tank, and my mom.
This would be her first time meeting him.
My mom was in the Bahamas, and she’d just gotten back this afternoon.
The moment she landed, she went to her house to drop her bags off, and she headed straight over here, but by the time she got here, Tank was already gone.
She opened the door for him, and I looked back, finding him standing behind the door, and he was holding onto the most beautiful orange and white roses that I’ve ever seen before in my life.
It was the 150 count roses, that were over $500.
A bear was in his hands, and because I just loved love the way that I did, I found myself smiling, seeing that gesture.
“You must be Tank?” my mom greeted him, with a smile on her face.
“Yes ma’am. Wow. I see Dionne’s resemblance on you. Ya’ll are just different colors,” he said to her.
“Calling me ma’am makes me feel old. Call me Antoinette.
How are you doing?” she asked him, and I looked over at Tommie, who rolled her eyes.
I knew she was going to do that because our mama swore she was a hot girl and didn’t want to be called ma’am in any lifetime. I laughed at Tommie’s expression.
“I’m doing pretty good. I can’t complain,” he let my mom know.
Their introduction was brief. I’m sure that with the circumstances of what Dionne was dealing with right now, that’s what made it so brief. Any other time, my mom would have drilled him, just as she would do with any guy that we’ve ever brought around.
She told Tank that the two of them would have their moment to talk, and he let her know that that was fine.
Tank walked over, and he spoke to me, Tommie, and Blake.
He stood right in front of me, since Dionne was lying on me still.
The flowers and the bear that he had in his hands, he sat them down on the small coffee table that was here, and literally like my sister weighed a pound, he picked her up, and he carried her to the back.
I used this moment to finally stand, stretch my legs, and my arms.
I went into Dionne’s kitchen area, taking a seat at the island in one of the stools, as my mom was turning the stove off.
“I’m worried about her,” I whispered it because even though Tank had taken Dionne to the back, I didn’t want her to hear me.
“I am too, but I know that she is going to be okay. She’s just going to hurt for a little bit, but she’ll shake through it. Who the hell do you think could have done this shit? You know how crazy you gotta be to kill a fuckin dog?” my mama said, and I nodded my head, agreeing with her.
“You know the cops asked Dionne if she was currently beefing with anyone, so that they could find out who did it, but she said that she didn’t have any issues with anyone.
You know she got into it with this girl that Tank was dealing with at the football game, and even when she told Tank that, he told her that he didn’t think that the girl had anything to do with it.
She don’t even know where Dionne lives to do some shit like that.
I asked her if she felt like Garrus had anything to do with it because you know at one point, he was popping up on her, but Dionne said that she didn’t think Garrus had anything to do with it because he was the one that bought her the damn dog.
I don’t know ma. The shit is crazy. Even when I heard the audio, that shit sounded just like Dionne, so I can kind of understand why the girl at the pet spot gave him the dog.
All this AI shit is crazy. That’s why I can’t get into it,” I voiced, and my mom stood back, with her arms folded, listening to everything that I was saying.
The food was eventually ready, and I was the first one washing my hands, ready to fix my plate.
Tending to Dionne, I haven’t had anything to eat since this morning.
My mom had thrown down, making herb- roasted chicken, with creamy garlic mashed potatoes, and some roasted asparagus.
I knew that this was one of Dionne’s favorite meals, which is the reason why she cooked it.
Blake was the one to go to the back, so that she could ask Dionne if she wanted something to eat, but of course, she told her no.
I was so worried about my sister. Seeing her like this was triggering the hell out of me, causing me to think back on that hurtful time in all our lives, losing Nivea.
I knew that this wasn’t going to be something easy for her to get over, but I do pray that she would eventually grow to find piece with the situation because right now, peace was the last thing that she had.