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Wednesday night the bedroom door wasn’t locked so I eased into bed beside her. Then I got cocky, thinking a little sex might patch things up, and squeezed her breast. That got her in a mood…to get up and go sleep on the couch.
     

     
     
     
     

     
     

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3

    Friday evening I drove home with one thought in mind: screw Doreen. Almost two weeks without sex, way too long, and perusing Berry’s Playboy magazines while he attended a meeting didn’t help matters at all.
    My plan was to endure another Friday night with Lewis crunching and snorting in front of the television and then take Doreen into the bedroom and screw her before his stomach erupted.
    First person I see upon entering the apartment was Vida, Doreen’s girlfriend, sitting in my recliner wearing a purple dress and matching shoes. On the couch was some guy I’d never seen before.
    “Is that you, John?” Doreen said from the bedroom.
    “Yeah.” I said hi to Vida and nodded at the guy. Vida smiled, but the guy kept watching television. Jeopardy. He answered a tough question before any of the contestants had a chance.
    In the bedroom, Doreen, in the same dress as Vida’s, stood before the mirror applying lipstick. Man, she loved that stuff. “Lewis,” she shouted, “are you ready?”
    “What’s up?”
    “We’re going to a revival in Fort Smith. Reverend Robinson. You wanna come?” Before I could say yes indeed, she said, “We’ll get back late. Vida said around two, three.”
    “When you decide this? I was thinking we’d watch a movie, spend quality time together.” Do the horizontal boogie .
    “Reverend Robinson, Vida says he’s one of the best preachers in the state. Her brother, Mookie, he’s having problems with his wife, staying with her for a while. You mind him staying here with you till we get back?”
    “What, he can’t stay by hisself?”
    “Lewis, hurry up, we’re running late!” To me: “If you mind say so. She doesn’t allow him to stay at her house when she’s not there.”
    “What’s wrong with him?”
    Lewis came into the room wearing a white shirt, brown tie, black slacks, and brown shoes. Doreen buttoned his sleeves and adjusted the tie.
    “He has problems,” she said, and I followed her and Lewis into the living room. “Vida, you ready?”
    Vida got up and gestured toward Mookie.
    Doreen said, “John, are you okay with Mookie staying?”
    Putting me on the spot.
    I looked at the guy, sorta heavyset, shaved head, wearing a black-and-gold Steelers jumpsuit, gold tennis shoes, and said, “I guess.”
    Going out the door, Doreen said, “Call me on Vida’s cell if you need me. The number in my book on the dresser.”
    Vida said, “Keep an eye on Mookie. Don’t let him out your sight.”
    When the door closed I said, “John, that’s on my birth certificate,” and shook his hand.
    “Mookie,” he said, and went back to watching television, Hollywood Squares now. “Yo, G, you got any beer?”
    “Naw, but I could go…We can go get some. You wanna ride with me?”
    He liked the Cadillac, said it was tight, asked what year it was, how much I paid for it. I stopped wondering what was his problem, figured a guy who could answer a question on Jeopardy and appreciated a fine Cadillac couldn’t be that messed up.
    I bought the beer, a six-pack of Busch Light, and drove back telling him about the receipts I found in the glove compartment when I bought the car.
    “A buncha em for oil changes, tune-ups, brake jobs, you name it. Three of em for the lock on the back door. A geezer, a very old geezer, owned it, kept it up. That’s why it doesn’t have a buncha miles on it.”
    “Nice, G,” he said. “Nice.”
    When we got back he headed straight for the bathroom, stayed in there a long time. He came out, sweat glistening his shaved head, and got a beer and went back to the bathroom.
    The air conditioner on, I figured he was constipated, having a rather rough go at