tapping her foot impatiently as she listened.
His next words sounded threatening, and Sasha raised her eyebrows at the arrogance of his tone.
âSasha, Iâm not going to call you again. You call me when you grow up!â There was silence before, âThen maybe we can straighten this thing out!â
The next thing she heard was the harsh sound of the phone on the other end being slammed down. She calmly reached over and once again pushed the delete button.
* * *
Sasha rolled over in bed to look at the digital clock on her nightstand. She groaned when she realized that it was four oâclock in the afternoon and she had slept away most of the day. The banging on the door that had awakened her sounded impatient, but she continued to lie still, willing the intruder to go away.
Then the banging ceased and she heard the sound of the doorbell. She resignedly got up and went to the door. Looking through the peephole, she saw that it was Tiara causing all the ruckus. She grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.
âWhat on earth is wrong with you?â Sasha demanded. âYouâre making enough noise to wake the dead.â
âApparently not!â Tiara retorted. âIâve been pounding on that door for at least five minutes. Why havenât you been answering your telephone? Iâve tried to reach you for days, and then I began to worry. I havenât heard from you since you left my house the night you caught Abdul doing the nasty with Miss Thang. Are you okay?â Concern was etched on Tiaraâs features as she searched Sashaâs face.
Sasha brushed Tiaraâs concern aside as she beckoned her into the loft. âOf course Iâm fine. Iâve been working third shift and Iâve been cutting the ringer off when I get home because I donât feel like answering all of the nuisance calls from telemarketers that you get during the daytime.â
âOh,â Tiara responded in relief. âIs that all? I thought that Abdul might be giving you a hard time and you were in here playing possum.â
âNo. He hasnât called for a week or so. He called for a while and left some not-so-nice messages.â
âI know he didnât. Where in the world does he get off?â
âI think he was trying to brazen it out, girl.â Sasha half-laughed. âYou know how when people are wrong about stuff they try to play it off and go on the offensive.â
Tiara snickered and then asked, âArenât you going to hear him out? It might be amusing, if nothing else.â
Sasha drawled, âNaw, I donât think so. I donât have the patience or the time. Heâs gotten too much of that already.â
âYouâre different from me. Before I got married, whenever I broke up with a guy, even if I knew that I wasnât going to take him back I let him take a stab at it. Itâs always a good conversation piece for your girlfriends.â
âIf I thought that we could work it out, I would listen to him, but we canât, so why bother?â
âI must say that youâre being very mature about this. Itâs obvious that you never really loved Abdul or you couldnât let it go so easily.â
âI know youâre right.â Then Sasha walked a circle around Tiara and gave a long whistle. She leaned towards her and sniffed. âObsession?â
âOf course. You know thatâs my signature perfume. Itâs like a fine wine, and never has a shelf life.â
âYou sure look mighty fine for a Saturday afternoon. What are you doing all gussied up? You and Peter have a hot date?â Tiara was wearing a silk shirt with small pearl buttons. Her short hair was parted on the side, and diamond studs accented her carefully made up face.
Tiara gave a frustrated snort. âI wish. We were supposed to be going to the Knicks game tonight with the tickets Calvin got me, but Peter called and said heâs stuck
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