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paused for a while, and then she changed the subject. “What do you want to do? Meet me somewhere for drinks or have dinner tomorrow?”
    â€œI’d rather not go out. Can you come over here today?”
    â€œNot right now I can’t. I’m getting ready to start cooking dinner for Keith. We have plans this evening.”
    â€œWell, put your sexual plans on hold. I’m coming over there, if that’s okay. I promise not to stay long, but I really need for you to lend me your ear. I’m going through something right now, and I’m not sure about what direction I should go. So needless to say, bestie, I need your advice.”
    â€œSince when? I doubt that you will listen to any advice that I offer. Besides, Keith has only been home for a few days. We need some time alone.”
    I winced and rolled my eyes. “This is a life-or-death situation. I’ll be there within the hour. Save some dinner for me, and if you’re cooking chicken, like you always do, make mine extra crispy. I’m on my way.”
    I ended the call, and when Trina called back, I didn’t bother to answer. Instead, I brushed my hair into a sleek, bouncing ponytail that showed my round face. I put on some ice-blue eye shadow and thickened my lashes with mascara. I added shine to my lips with a clear gloss and sprayed a few dashes of perfume over my clothes. The simple jeans and T-shirt that I previously had on wasn’t suitable enough, so I changed into a gray stretch dress that hugged my curves. It was strapless and showed a healthy portion of my cleavage. I accessorized the dress with silver hoop earrings, and the five-inch heels I wore gave me much height. I was sure Trina wouldn’t want her best friend looking like a bum around her man, but then again, he was probably used to her sporting sweat suits, jogging pants, and plain ol’ T-shirts and jeans all the time. Now that she wasn’t claiming her dyke status anymore, I hoped she jazzed herself up and tried to dress better.
    I tucked my clutch purse underneath my arm and put on my game face, pretending as if today had never happened. I was so good at hiding my pain, and had learned to do so when my father chastised me about being such a wimp and a crybaby. Nobody cares about crybabies, and most men won’t give a damn about your tears, he’d say. Keep it moving and never let anyone see how hurt you really are. That was what I did when he beat me and had sex with me, too. Pretended as if I wasn’t hurt, when deep down I was.
    I washed away my thoughts and headed to my car. It was a little chilly outside, but I didn’t want to cover up and hide my sexiness. Maybe I’d go somewhere for a drink tonight and find me another rich man who could assist me in my time of need. That was definitely an option, because I was so sure that I didn’t want to stay cooped up with Trina’s boring self all night.
    I stopped at the grocery store, and then arrived at Keith’s house almost an hour later. I had never been there before, but awhile back Trina told me where he lived. I was impressed by the humongous, historic house that looked fit for a king. Trina said Keith was just an artist, but I didn’t know that artists were doing it like this. I rang the doorbell and could see Trina making her way to the door, through beveled, thick glass. As expected, she had on a pair of navy jogging pants and a half shirt that showed her midriff and tattoo that was drawn near her side. While she was definitely a shapely woman, her muscles always irritated me. I didn’t think a woman should look so toned, but that was her preference, not mine. She opened the door, and the first thing she did was look at the card, balloon, and bottle of wine in my hand.
    â€œReally?” she said. “Are you serious?”
    â€œAbout what?”
    â€œWhat’s with the card, balloon, and wine, Evelyn?”
    â€œThe card and balloon is for Keith,