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minute?” she asked.
    I turned to look at her as she stood with her hands on her hip. I could tell she had been to the salon because of the way her hair cascaded around her shoulders.
    â€œI’m busy,” I answered and turned back to watch the TV.
    â€œYou weren’t too busy to be talking about how good some pussy was and you’re only watching TV. This will only take a minute.”
    â€œCan’t you see I have company?” I answered her without even turning around to look at her.
    â€œYou call this bastard company?”
    It seemed as if she lived to throw snide remarks at Gabriel. He was a good one because I would have told her a thing or two about herself a long time ago, sister or no sister. Some of the things she’d said to him had made even my ass itch so I knew he had wanted to say something a time or two, but Gabe was a southern gentlemen and he didn’t believe in disrespecting women.
    â€œThat’s okay Aric. I was leaving anyway,” he said as he tossed the empty beer bottle in his hand in the trashcan beside him.
    I stood with him. We gave each other dap and the handshake to let others know we had pledged the purple and gold.
    â€œI’ll catch up with you later and don’t forget about the meeting tomorrow. This will be big if we can get that merger deal on the table,” I said to him.
    â€œI’ll be there. Talk to you then.”
    â€œAlright, man.”
    â€œHave a good day Stephanie,” he said to her on his way out.
    â€œFuck off,” was her response.
    I turned the flat screens off and walked past her out of the room.
    â€œDamn, Aric. Can’t we at least have a civilized conversation ?” she yelled at my back following me to the kitchen.
    â€œYou have to be talking to have a conversation Stephanie. You haven’t said anything yet.”
    She threw her purse on the counter and swept her hair up into a ponytail before folding her arms across her chest. I started putting dishes into the dish washer and wiping down the counters. I didn’t want to give her anything to start griping about. She was a neat freak and I really didn’t feel like arguing with her about anything. I had too much on my mind. I had to deal with Chyanne later because she wanted to talk and I also had to get some proposals done for tomorrow. Too many other things were going on for me to get into a petty argument with her.
    â€œHow was your day?” she asked in a huff.
    â€œSame ole, same ole,” I answered.
    I could tell she was trying her hardest to try and make conversation with me. She had been trying all weekend and I wouldn’t say we talked like we used to do, but we talked.
    â€œWould you like for me to cook dinner for you?”
    I moved past her and threw the trash away. I shook my head. “No, I’ll pick up something while I’m out.”
    â€œOh you’re going out tonight? On a Monday?”
    In typical Stephanie fashion, she was trying to get me to give up information on my own instead of coming right out and asking. That was her thing.
    â€œI have some business that I need to take care of. I’ll be back when I’m done.”
    â€œWhat kind of business do you have to handle at—” she looked at her watch—“seven at night?”
    â€œI have to go and talk to Chyanne about the baby,” I told her, deciding to be as honest as I could in the situation.
    She fidgeted around with the buttons on her shirt and I could tell by how her face had hardened that she was trying to choose her next words carefully.
    â€œSo, you’re really going to let her keep this baby then?”
    â€œYes, Stephanie, I am.”
    I finished wiping down the counters, crossed one leg over the other at the ankles and waited for her response with my hands resting on the counter behind me.
    â€œSo what does that mean? For us, I mean?”
    â€œNothing’s changed for us. I still want a