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preferred to be called Marlene, were all in the living room smoking weed.
Dayshawn locks the door behind me and the iron bat they call ‘The long arm of the law’, falls on the floor. He picks it back up and places it in the corner next to the door. It was supposed to defend them if someone tried to come in. Personally I never known a mothafucka to be scared of a bat when they got a gun…have you?
“Thanks for comin’, girl,” Dayshawn says kissing me on each of my cheeks. “Too much shit is goin’ on today.”
“Let me get you some ice and cranberry juice, Mother. For your drink.” Adrian says to me.
I hand him the bag and say, “Thanks, darling.” Then I sit on the sofa next to Tyrone. “Now, Tyrone, do tell! What the fuck happened? Why Garisha get stabbed last night? And why your name ringin’ bells?”
She readjusts in her seat and I already know she’s ‘bout to make some shit up.
“Girl…I don’t even know where to start.”
The moment she’s about to give me the T, someone knocks at the door. Adrian returns with my drink and I notice that the Vodka bottle doesn’t come back with him. Shit makes it in this house but it never goes out.
When Dayshawn opens the door Big Boody Brandy comes barging in running up to Tyrone. She’s carrying a black teacup Yorkie that is barking at the top of its lungs. Big Boody never went anywhere without that dog and I always wondered how she got shit done on the block with it. She even showered with that yip-yapper.
And then there’s Day! Please tell me who opens the door without lookin’ through the peephole first when you know you got beef? They live in the mothafuckin’ hood for gay sake!
On guard, Marlene and me immediately stand up and Adrian runs into the kitchen to grab a knife.
Big Boody Brandy fucked with a few of the hustler’s around the way and had a reputation for her violence. And although she’s mad now, I still had to give the girl props. She looked real cute in the tight fitted black dress she was wearing and her red Prada pumps. She also was one of the few queens who could sport a boy cut and still look pretty. And she has an ass so fat, you know it was manufactured.
“Bitch, you tried to set me up didn’t you?!” She yells in Tyrone’s face, the dog barking too.
“Brandy…what got you on fire, honey? ‘Cause I know you know betta than to be runnin’ up in Day’s place wit’ all this drama.” I ask.
“Miss Wayne, this bitch tried to have me robbed! And I know she guilty ‘cause she never answers the phone when I call!”
“You’re on ten and I’ma need you at a five. We can hear you fine without all the yellin’.”
She lowers her voice a little because everybody in this bitch know they don’t want me rockin’ out in this mothafucka. What fucked me up was that the dog stopped barking too.
She takes a deep breath and say, “I been callin’ here to see if she had a part in Garisha’s ugly ass robbin’ me and every time I call, she’s supposedly never home!”
“I’m tryin’ to figure out why you think Tyrone is involved when ya’ll cool?” Dayshawn asks.
“This bitch know what the fuck happened,” she says placing her finger in Tyrone’s face. “Open that fucked up grill and speak the truth bitch!”
“Brandy, I don’t mean you no harm…but if you don’t sit the fuck down I’ma get all up in this business right here! And then you won’t need to worry about Tyrone because your problem will be wit’ me. And I know you don’t want that.”
Big Boody Brandy takes a look at me and everybody else. Then she plops down in the Redskin chair, wiggles her pump and lights a cigarette. The dogs curls up in her lap and I think it goes to sleep. What the fuck?
When smoke swirls around in the air she says, “Adrian calls me yesterday for a fifty bag of smoke. When I got out of my car to bring it up the steps, Garisha’s brother, Detroit pops up behind me with a fake ass gun and says, ‘You know what time it