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garage. I opened the door to the Jeep and jumped in. I put the keys in the ignition and started the car. Then I stopped. I needed to go back in the house to get something. I got out of the car and went back in the house and walked over to the CD tower. I looked up and down for that CD, but could not find it. I got frustrated. Where could it be? I went back into the garage and opened the trunk to Kenny’s car. I opened the CD changer and pulled out the magazine. One by one I pulled out the CDs until I found it. It was the 4th one in the magazine. I took it out and shoved the magazine back in the changer. I closed the trunk and got back in the Jeep. I took my Peter Cetera CD out of my deck and inserted my new-found CD. I skipped to track #6 and pressed the repeat key. I turned the volume up as loud as I could tolerate and pressed the garage door opener. I peeled out of the garage as fast as I could without flipping the Jeep over. I pressed the button again to close the garage and sped out of the subdivision. I was jamming.
    When you say that you love ‘em and you really know, everything that used to matter, it don’t matter no more. Like my money, all my cars, you can have it all: Flowers, cards and candy - I do it just ‘cause I’m fortunate to have you girl, I want you to know, I truly adore you. All my people who know what’s going on, look at your mate and help me sing my song tell ‘em: ‘I’m your man, your my girl. I’m ‘gone tell it to the whole wide world.’ Ladies say:..
    My cell phone rang.
    “Oh, that’s how we do it now. Just leave when the conversation gets heated?”
    “Just leave when the conversation gets stupid. Quit calling me, Kenny.”
    I hung up the phone. I turned up my Usher again and tried to get back into my mode. I was almost there again when my phone rang again. Without looking at my caller ID, I answered,
    “Stop calling me, idiot!”
    “Damn, did you have a bad flight or something?” Allen asked me.
    “Oh, sorry. I thought you were my husband.”
    “Damn, is that what I have to look forward to?” He joked.
    “See, that just goes to show you, you wouldn’t want to be married to me.”
    “That’s not true. I could handle your little ass. Kenny just doesn’t know what to do with you.”
    “I guess you do,” I said, skeptically.
    “Most definitely. Well I was just calling to let you know that I got your message and I’m glad you made it back home safely.”
    “Thanks for calling.”
    “Well, I don’t know when I’ll talk to you again, but I really enjoyed it,” He told me.
    “We’ll talk soon.”
    At that moment I felt compelled to add something to the end of that sentence. It just seemed appropriate in light of the fact that it was true and that I was a safe enough distance away that nothing could come of it. So, I went for it:
    “Love you.”
    Without hesitation, he reciprocated,
    “Love you too.”
    He hung up. Now I was really confused. Did he realize what he said? Did he forget he was talking to me and thought he was talking to Lisa? I said I loved him, hoping it would spark a question and answer session. I never expected him to say he loved me too and leave it at that. Now the game has been reversed and I didn’t know what to do. I decided to go to the one place where I can find refuge - my office. It was surely barren at this late hour. With one licensed agent and one ghetto fabulous office assistant, I could be certain that my three-woman show was down to zero. Dee Dee, my office assistant, was a pretty good worker, when she was there. Between her 2 year-old and her sick momma, she was always calling out of work. Without a car and having to ride the transit, she was forever late. And God forbid you should call my office at 5:01PM. The only thing you will get is frustrated. She was up out of there like she’s been there all day. I tried to explain to her that if she is late getting to work, she needs to stay late and make up the time. Her response