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    “Carl me and Michael had an argument. I can’t stay here. Is it okay if I stay in your guest room for a few days until I can clear my head?”
    I was a total wreck.
    “Yes of course, you can come. I’ll have Tangy set things up for you in the guest room so you can be comfortable.”
    After I got off the phone with Carl, I went upstairs and grabbed my suitcase. Michael looked at me and put his hand on his hip.
    “Where the fuck you going?” he asked angrily.
    I ignored him and continued packing my clothes. If he didn’t have to answer to me, I sure as hell wasn’t going to answer to him. He then grabbed me by my arm and just stared at me.
    “Tiff, where are you going?”
    I jerked my arm away from him and looked at him like he was crazy.
    “I’m going to Carl’s for a few days until we can both calm down.”
    Michael released my arm and walked downstairs. Minutes later, and grabbed my hand.
    “I don’t want you going to Carl’s house. I don’t care if he is your friend. He’s still a man.”
    I couldn’t believe he said that.
    “Oh so now you wanna play the overprotective husband role now? Where the fuck was you weeks ago?” I snatched my hand back and grabbed my suitcase and left his ass standing there like a fool.
    As soon as Carl came to the door, I jumped in his arms and cried. He was stroking my hair and trying to console me.
    “Let’s get you in the house,” he advised.
    When we turn ed to walk in the house, Tangy was staring at me with a cold look on her face.
    “Hey Tangy, ”
    She didn’t say anything. She grabbed my suitcase and carried it to the guest room. I silently followed behind her. Tangy was always sweet but she seemed a little off tonight.
     
    The next morning, I woke up to a horrible headache. It felt like someone took a hammer and hit me in the head. I had no plans of leaving this room today. I needed time to think and clear my thoughts. I couldn’t get over Melanie’s death. It was crazy how she died so suddenly. I and Melanie never got along, but I would never wish death on her. I don’t even know who else would hate her that much that they had to take her life. I also started thinking about my car. I didn’t know who did it, so it wasn’t much that I could do.
    Later that day, Carl came to the door and said , “Knock Knock, can I come in?”
    I smiled and let him in. He was carrying a breakfast tray with eggs, bacon, pancakes and grits.
    “Breakfast?” he asked with a smile.
    “Thank you ,” I nodded.
    “How are you feeling today?” Carl asked as he put his hand on my shoulder.
    Shaking my head I responded, “I don’t know. Remember the woman I was telling you that called Michael the other night?”
    He shook his head in a yes motion and looked at me like he was waiting for me to continue talking.
    “Well they found her dead in her car yesterday.”
    Carl ’s eyes got big and he begin asking questions.
    “Who did it? How did she die? Why would anyone want to kill her?”
    It was too much all at once. I put my hand over my forehead and hung my head low.
    “I wish I had all the answers to those questions but I don’ t and on top of it all, my car ended up getting keyed and I’ve been getting private calls as well.”
    He sighed and put his hand on my lap and with sympathy in his voice he said , “Tiff I hate that you are going through this. I really suggest you change your number and don’t give it to anyone but your family and friends. Your clients can call you on your work phone.”
    I looked at him as if he just asked me to slap my mama.
    “Carl, I don’t know about that.”
    He stood up and he got serious.
    “If you want these private calls to stop, you have to change your number. Do it today. I promise it will give you some peace,” he reassured.
    I thought about what he said and decided to c hange it. After I changed my number, I sent all of my family and friends a text message giving them my new number. I then called Michael.
    “Hello ,”