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doesn’t notice how annoyed Chan is with him being here.
                     “Hey Chandler. I didn’t know you were coming,” Qisha says smiling at him.
                     “Was you supposed to know this nigga every move?” Darrin asks while grilling Qisha.
                      “Darrin, please don’t start. I am just saying hi to my brother-in-law.”
                    “Yo ass is being a hoe. I done told you about that shit. Knowing you, ya probably fucking both these niggas,” Darrin says while moving up to the edge of his seat.
                    Jakari stands up. Chandler steps around me into the living room and stands next to his brother. “Yo, is there a problem?” Chandler asks.
                     “I’mma need you to watch how you speaking to my family yo,” Jakari says in a manner that lets Darrin know he bout to have a problem.
                      Qisha gets up off the sofa and steps in front of Darrin, so that she is face to face with Jakari and Chandler. “It’s okay guys. He doesn’t mean it. Let’s just stay calm so that we don’t mess up Qia’s coming home dinner.”
                      Darrin takes his right arm and moves Qisha to the side. He looks up at Qisha and says, “You’re rude as hell, stepping in front of me, putting your big ass in my face.” He looks her up and down before turning to address Jakari and Chandler “Yo, how y’all gonna defend this hoe? You know a few weeks ago she came home all beat up from fucking with the next nigga? Wipe that foundation off, so they can see ya black eye trick. Y’all want to protect her from me though. Fuck dis. I’m ghost.”
                      Qisha’s eyes are big as hell, and her mouth is hanging open and her face is bright red. Jakari is looking at Qisha and Chandler is looking at Jakari. Everyone looks confused as hell. “Qisha, what is Darrin talking about?” I ask.
                     “I…I…I…have no idea. He just trippin.” She finally manages to get out without ever making eye contact with me or anyone else in the room.
                      “So, you don’t have a black eye?” I quiz.
                     “NO!” Qisha yells, and stomps pass all of us and out the living room.
                     Chandler says to Jakari, “What is that fool talking about?”
                      “She need to leave his ass,” Jakari replies.
                      I leave the living room and go back to the kitchen. I walk in there right when Qiana and Qimora come in the front door. “Hey lady!” They both yell at the same time. We quickly hug and kiss.
                      “I just saw Darrin and Qisha leaving. What is that about?” Qimora asks.
                      “Girl, I don’t know. Darrin was being very disrespectful to her and then accused her of having a black eye from another dude but to add further insult to injury he said she is fucking both Chan and Jakari!”
                     “What?” They both scream at once.
                      “That’s ridiculous! If Qisha is bold enough to cheat on his old trifling behind, good for her, but I know it wouldn’t be with Chandler, Jakari, or some abusive mofo,” Qiana states in a matter of fact tone.
                      “Let me call that girl,” Monique says, walking to the corner of the kitchen where I see a light blue phone on the wall. She picks up the phone and dials Qisha’s number. She stands in silence for a few moments before placing the phone back in its cradle and saying, “Well girls, she didn’t answer so we will just have to eat without her. I will be glad when some sense knocks her upside her head, so she can leave his ass.”
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