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game makers? Torino, how would anyone cheat on a
computer version of Scrabble?”
    “I don’t put anything past anyone who comes up with the
word gelation.”
    “The process of gelling, Torino. I told you.”
    “That’s bogus.”
    “You’re a trip.”
    “I’ll get you next time. You and that damn computer.”
    “Yeah right.” She popped her lips.
    He told her, “You went away to Vegas with Mercedes and
ain’t been the same since.”
    “Whatever.”
    “Yeah, you’re trippin’ all right. Right TJ?” TJ was
Torino Jr.’s nickname.
    “Yes, Daddy,” TJ said, with his dark brown skin, hair in
a tightly curled Afro. He sat on the floor playing with his racecar set, making vroom, vroom sounds.
    Sequoia placed the laptop on the
coffee table and sat back, watching her son. “I did miss you guys while we were
gone.” She patted Torino along his thigh.
    He kept looking at her thigh. “I never
asked you, but how’d the fashion show go, anyway?”
    “Great. You know Mercedes is an expert
at that. She can do all that in her sleep.”
    “What else did you guys do? Gamble and
hit the nightclubs?”
    “We did. We went out. But it was
nothing like Foreplay or Wilson’s.”
    “Good answer.” He scooted forward
after noticing the clock and then stood. “Hey, I’m gonna see you later tonight.
I’ve gotta hold down the fort at the club.”
    “Okay. I’ll see you later.”
    “I might even cut out early.” He
grabbed his keys and wallet from the end table and then patted TJ on his head.
“Goodbye, TJ.”
    “Bye, Daddy.”
    “You be good. Listen to Mommy.”
    “I will.”
    “He’s always good,” Sequoia said,
curling her legs under her, getting comfortable.
    “See you later.” Torino eyed her down,
looking at her legs. “That’s some sexy shit right there.” He leaned into her
and gave her a peck on the lips.
    She returned it with tongue until she
heard, “Daddy. Leave Mommy alone.” She pulled back laughing. “Yeah, Daddy.”
    “It’s a conspiracy. My own son is
blockin’ me.”
    “You just bring it on back home so we
can continue,” she said just as her cell rang from the sofa table.
    He headed to the door and blew a kiss,
exiting as she grabbed her phone.
    She said, “Hey, Mercedes. What’s up?”
    “Hey there, not much. You?”
    “Torino just left. He’s headed to
work.”
    “Okay. I thought he might leave around
this time.”
    “Where’s Mason?”
    “He’s in the bedroom watching TV,
taking a break from his book. He’ll get up again and go back in the office.”
    “I still can’t get over how much he’s
home now. He was never home before.”
    “That’s what retirement will do for
you.”
    “I guess so. You talk to Claude and
Venus lately?”
    “I stopped by the other night. Why?”
    “Why? Why do you ask why? Just the
fact that you asked why, means you must tell me why you asked why. What is it
that you’re trying to see if I know first by asking why?”
    “Oh, no. You are so wrong.”
    “Please. I know you.”
    “Not.”
    “Yeah, well, whatever. You being all
secretive and stuff. Anyway, from what Torino tells me, Claude’s still trying
to get Venus to quit working. And while I can’t say I’ve always been a fan of
Venus, he needs to lighten up. She’s got a dream job.”
    “She does. But some women wish they
had an old-fashioned man with those types of rules. A man who doesn’t want you
to work? Please.”
    “Claude isn’t old fashioned. He’s
controlling, and you know it.”
    “That he is. But she knows what she’s
got. It’s working.”
    “Is it? I mean, maybe something might
be up over there between the two of them. So, what’s up over there, huh?”
    “Sequoia, stop fishing.”
    “You stop tripping.”
    “I’m not.”
    “Are, too. Forget you. Listen, I know
what I wanted to tell you. I think I’m going to spend some time with Mattie
tomorrow, maybe around noon, if that’s okay.”
    “Sequoia, you don’t have to ask. You
come by anytime.