Chapter 21 Things Change
“Tennis shoes? Boy, bye. I’m about to be twenty-nine. I gotta step out in some heels.”
“Heels? Oh, so now you wanna rock some heels. But I couldn’t pay you to wear them muthafuckas when I was home.”
“Things change—”
“You have one minute left,” the automated operator announced.
Too Low exhaled. “I guess that I’ma call you back one last time before you go to bed tonight. Love you.”
“Okay. Love you too,” I responded, before ending the call.
For a long second afterwards, I stood in the middle of my living room, deep in thought.
Too Low and his control-ling ways were beginning to make me ponder on things that I never considered before.
And it wasn’t about me and another man. I sometimes questioned if I was truly living…
and if I could go back in time, would I still choose this same life for myself.
And as much as he loved me, did I deserve more?
“That nigga better get his shit together, if he knows like I know,” I grumbled, as I stomped back downstairs.
“’Bout time,” Soya commented, when I stepped back out onto the porch.
I gave her the finger, before reclaiming my seat.
Casey gazed at me. “That nigga be riding that ass, huh?” “Hmm?” I raised my brows, wondering what she was talking
about.
“I’m talking about your old man. That nigga be in the jail-house, stressing. Worrying about your big, "ne ass.”
I scratched my scalp. “Ion know about all that.”
Soya smirked, while shaking her head. “One thing about it, Too Low knows what he got. It’s Bambi who acts like she can’t see her reflection in the mirror.”