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himself as he headed out the door.
    Tangie woke up Saturday morning in a foul mood, anxious to kick an imaginary dog. She checked both phones.
    Blade never bothered to call. The first thing she did was call Charisma and Heather. Thank goodness they were still on for later that night. It was times like these when she really needed her girls. They agreed to meet that night at Cornbread and Caviar in Baldwin for dessert. Tangie got her household chores out of the way. Then she did her weekly shopping and stopped by the dry cleaner’s before returning home. After a nice, long nap, she showered, dressed, and headed down Sunrise Highway to meet her friends.
    As usual, Heather was the last to arrive. When she did, she joined Tangie and Charisma at the bar. Shortly thereafter, the three were seated at a table, where they ordered cheesecake and coffee. While they waited for dessert to arrive, the waiter brought over a plate of hot cornbread and warm caviar butter for their enjoyment.
    â€œHow was last night’s surprise?” Charisma asked Tangie.
    â€œHmph, the surprise was on me,” Tangie admitted. “I am officially removing Blade from the T-spot,” Tangie said, referring to her little black book. It was a backup to her cell phone, which she had lost more times than she cared to remember.
    â€œYeah, right,” Heather said.
    â€œI’m serious,” Tangie insisted.
    â€œI think you and Blade are just on hiatus,” Heather told her.
    â€œNo, we’re through,” Tangie reminded her.
    â€œI know I’ve said it before, but have you seen this ?” Tangie rummaged through her bag for her little black book and a pen. Then she drew lines through his name and number. “What a waste,” she told them, shaking her head. “He was one of the best lovers to ever grace the T-spot. Definitely in the top three.”
    â€œBut I bet his number’s still in your cell phone,” Heather insisted.
    Tangie promptly found her cell phone and erased his numbers. “Satisfied?”
    â€œDag, she is serious,” Charisma said. “So what brought about his fall from grace—this time?” she added.
    Tangie filled them in on the latest. “I can’t take it anymore. You’re right. I deserve better. He’s played out,” she said between mouthfuls of buttered cornbread.
    â€œYou sure do, girl.” Heather raised her glass. “Behind every successful woman is herself.” They all agreed.
    â€œAll I wanna know is why I keep choosing the wrong men,” Tangie said. “Remember Omar?”
    â€œHow could we forget?” Charisma said. “I mean, it’s not everyday your boyfriend gets busted for passing bad checks.”
    â€œYeah, and then get written up in the Daily News .” Heather sipped her diet soda.
    â€œAnd remember Victor?” Tangie asked.
    â€œThe mechanic. At least he kept your car running perfectly,” Heather said.
    â€œYeah, mine and half the women in Queens.” Tangie shook her head.
    â€œHey, what’s his number?” Heather joked as their coffee and dessert arrived. They had requested three forks and one large plate with a slice of red velvet cheesecake, sweet potato cheesecake, and chocolate cheesecake.
    â€œEnjoy,” the waiter told them as they dug in.
    â€œThanks,” they said in unison.
    â€œMaybe you should take a break from men for a while and clear your head,” Charisma said before sliding a forkful of red velvet cheesecake into her mouth.
    â€œTake a break? Are you kidding me? It’s a man’s world. James Brown wasn’t joking. Let’s face it. Women with men are privileged,” Tangie told them. “Everybody knows that.”
    â€œTake a break,” Charisma insisted. “They’re not going anywhere.”
    â€œIt’s funny,” Tangie admitted. “I almost wish they were.”
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