Chapter 53
Babi beamed, as that dimple indented her cheek. “And you are too.”
Pulling her hand back, my mama sighed. “Did you help cook anything?”
“I made the cornbread,” Babi responded. Mama arched a brow. “That’s it?”
“Well, it’s not just regular cornbread. It’s Mexican cornbread. With ground meat, onions bell peppers, corn, cheese, and jalapenos.”
“Oh, that’s different. Guess I gotta see what it’s like,” Mama commented.
“Where the drinks at?” My loud-mouth sister, Mattie questioned, as she waltzed into the kitchen.
Mattie was a twenty-five-year-old muthafuckin’ problem.
She was beautiful, just like our mama. Had a naturally nice shape.
I’d gotten her teeth done as a birthday gift some years back, and now she was a professional girlfriend.
She only dealt with niggas with money, and their fool asses kept her laced in designer, and sponsored her entire lifestyle.
And witnessing how she’d use those insecure niggas, she’d unintentionally taught me that taking care of some women didn’t make you a man.
Just that woman’s simp. And everything with certain women, after being introduced to this life-style, would always be transactional.
“Wait a minute.” Mattie paused, as she laid eyes on Babi. “Face, you got a new friend?”
“Yeah,” I spoke up, before anybody else could.
“Oh, okay.” Mattie poked out her bottom lip. “I’m his sister, Mattie,” she introduced herself.
“I’m Babi.”
Mattie nodded. “Okay, okay.”
Before long, we’d done that same song and dance eight more times. My mama had five kids, including myself, and we all met up