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saw it was his younger sister, Jamelah.  
    “What’s up big bro?”   She said as the embraced.
    “Hey girl!”   Anton smiled as he gave her a kiss on the cheek.   “What are you doing here?”
    “Oh, I was in the area for a conference and decided to stop by and visit my big brother.”   She turned around and pulled her suitcase in behind her.
    Anton smiled and raised one eyebrow.   “No you wanted to save on hotel fees and stay here.”
    “Well, that too.” She chuckled.
    “Anton, who is it?”   asked Dazzy as she waddled into the room.   He smile slowly dropped as she saw Jamelah.   “Oh, hey Jamelah.”   She said with a forced smile.
    “Oh, hey Dazzy.”   Jamelah said as she turned up one side of her mouth.
    Anton quickly picked up on the tension and walked over to Dazzy with a smile.   “Jamelah is in town for a convention.”    
    “Oh, that’s just super!”   Dazzy said through clinched teeth.   “She’s staying here?”
    Anton was so nervous whenever Dazzy and his sister got around one another.   There was always tension and arguments.   Jamelah had never liked Dazzy from the first time she met her.   To this day, she didn’t believe that the baby Dazzy was carrying was Anton’s, and she made sure that Dazzy knew it.  
    “If my brother says I can, yes I am!”   Jamelah said with a raised voice.
    “Well, your brother isn’t the only one that lives here!”   Dazzy shouted, her neck rolling,
    Anton stepped in between them.   “Okay ladies; let’s not do this, okay?”
    Jamelah tilted her head and raised her eyebrow. “What the hell is she talking about Anton?”  
    “Just what I said!”   Shouted Dazzy.   “He isn’t the only one that lives here!”
    Jamelah just looked at Anton in shock.  
    “Dazzy, why don’t you just go back in the kitchen and finish your breakfast while I talk to my sister, okay.”   Anton whispered as he gently turned her.
    “Fine, but she is not staying here.”   Dazzy said as she rolled her eyes at Jamelah and headed back into the kitchen.
    Anton walked back over to his sister with the same look he would always give her when he was caught.   “I can explain.”   He reached for her hand.
    “You bet you will!   How is it that this bitch is living here with you, Anton?”
    “Well, first off, she’s not a bitch.”
    She put her hands up in front of her.   “Oh, excuse me!”   She said in a very sarcastic tone.
    “Come on Jamelah, don’t act like this.”
    “Act like what?   Like I don’t want some sneaky, conniving trick to bamboozle my brother into taking care of not only her, but a baby that isn’t his?”
    “It’s not like that, Jamelah.”   Anton answered trying to keep his voice down.
            “Oh really?   Well, what is it like then, Anton?”
    “We’ve gotten closer over past months and I care about her.”
    Jamelah just looked at him, pulled out her cell phone and started to dial.  
    “Who are you calling?”   Anton asked baffled.
    “I am calling an ambulance to come pick you up and take you to the closest mental institution, because you have truly lost your mind!”
    He pushed her hands down as she dialed.   “I understand how you feel, Jamelah; trust me you let me know enough, but you seem to keep forgetting that I am a grown man and I don’t need you trying to control what I do, or who I have living in my house.”
    “So, I’m not allowed to care about my brother?”
    “That is not what I said.”   He led her over to the sofa and they sat down.   “I know you love me and want to protect me, but I got this.   Besides, once you get to know Dazzy, you’ll like her.”
    She just leaned back on the couch with her lip turned up.   “I seriously doubt it.”
    “No, I think you will.   Once you get past her tough girl exterior, she is really a sweetheart.”
    “I find that hard to believe.” She added with a slight smile of defiance.  
            “Why is that?”