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God.”
    “Why you always gotta start an argument?”
    “Would you say it!” she screamed.
    “Ai’ight, I invested some money in this dude from Wyoming to train me.”
    “Wy-who? What?” She sat up. “What did you just say to me?” She looked at him, confused, hoping she had heard wrong.
    “Check it, I’ma ’bout to be in the WWE. You heard of Superman, well I’ma be Da Truef Man!” He jumped up in glee. “Yo, I’ma be knockin’ suckers out!” He rocked from side to side. “I’m ’bout to the best fuckin’ wrestler they’ve ever seen. The Rock ain’t gon’ have shit on me.”
    Milan blinked. Maybe the anesthesia had made her delusional. “What just happened here? You about to be a who?”
    “A wrestler.”
    “Oh…my…God… are you that desperate for the limelight?”
    “You tryna play Da Truef? What’s the problem? Wrestlers got groupie wives too. You’ll be right at home.”
    She ignored his groupie comment and went straight to her biggest concern. “And how much money did you invest into this business?”
    “A million dollars.”
    Milan’s eyes welled with tears. “Are you crazy?” She couldn’t believe this; they had only two million left. Half a million was for her to buy new furniture and designer digs for TV, which she saw as an investment. The network would pay her fifty thousand an episode, but she wouldn’t receive any of it until the end of the season’s filming.
    But if he’d just spent a million, they had only one million left, and judging by the letter she had just got from the IRS, half of that was about to be tied up in taxes. Milan felt herself about to pass out, but she fought with everything she had to stay conscious. “Why didn’t you come and talk to me about this first?”
    “’Cause I didn’t think I owed you an explanation seeing as how I was by myself when I was up and down the basketball court, and truth be told you the reason we don’t have any money. So I didn’t really see what I needed to discuss with you.”
    “Excuse you, Yusef?” Milan blinked. “I wasn’t the one who snorted up a multimillion-dollar contract.”
    “No, ‘cause yo’ ass was too busy shoppin’!”
    “What did you just say to me, Yusef?” Milan snapped.
    “You heard me: You the reason we don’t have any money.”
    “Yo’ ass was gettin’ high, motherfucker! Don’t try and act like you were Michael Jordan, Pooky.”
    “Don’t be tryna shine. You know that shit was weed.”
    “Tell it to the damn drug exam that came back positive for cocaine!”
    “You know that came from that medication I was taking.”
    Milan felt herself getting dizzy. “Look … leave me alone.”
    “I get it.” Yusef snorted. “’Cause you graduated college and I didn’t you the best ma’fucker round here. What, you hot shit all of a sudden?”
    “What are you talking about?!” Milan screamed. “I graduated from college because I wanted more. I didn’t wait around for somebody to give it to me!”
    “You ain’t say all of that when I gave you that fuckin’ ring and married your ass.” He pointed to her left index finger. “You was all on my dick then.” Yusef shook his head. “Yo it’s whatever,” he snapped. “I been thinking that maybe you need to step off anyway. My mother been telling me for years that you a problem and I shoulda never married your ass. So you know what? Do you. If you here when I come back then cool, if not then that’s cool too.”
    Milan couldn’t believe it. Now she knew for sure the abortion had been the right decision. “I can’t do this anymore,” she said. Milan placed her hand over her mouth and looked around the room. “This is crazy. Absolutely crazy.”
    “What-the-hell-ever, Milan. If you can’t love a black man when he’s down on his luck, then do what you got to do.” He flicked his hand as if he were performing a magic trick.
    “So what are you saying?”
    Yusef took a step back. “I’m saying you ain’t shit, like the