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him and then I took a few steps back from him and her both. Judging by his facial expression, it was obvious that he didn’t want me too close to him. And since he was very polite with his words, I gave him exactly what he wanted.
    But as I stood there and looked at him, I was becoming more furious by the second. So, I let out an exasperated sigh and asked him if I could speak to him alone in private. He immediately obliged and accompanied me outside on the back patio. And not even a second after we were alone, he wanted to know what it was that I wanted to speak with him about.
    “Well, for starters I want to know why you refused to come home last night,” I began to tell him. “Because if it had anything to do with me not showing up here last night for dinner, then you’re being very immature and blowing this whole thing out of proportion.”
    “Faith, please don’t stand here and lecture me. You, of all people, knew how important it was for you to be here to celebrate Valentine’s Day with me and my family last night. But instead, you chose to be at work.”
    “Oh, Eric, please don’t play the work card on me. You knew I had a mandatory meeting to attend.”
    “Yes. And I also know that you attended the after work cocktail party, too.”
    “You’re absolutely right. But, it was work related,” I lied.
    “Bullshit, Faith! That party wasn’t work related and you know it. So, stop it with the damn lies!” he replied as the pitch of his voice got louder.
    “Look, I’m not lying. And please stop raising your voice.”
    “You know what? I can’t stand here and listen to this nonsense anymore,” he continued as he attempted to storm back into the house.
    But, I stopped him in his tracks by grabbing a hold of his arm, which probably wasn’t a good idea because he looked back at me with the ugliest expression he could muster up and said, “Let me go, please!”
    “Well, are you going to stand here so we can finish our conversation?” I asked.
    “I’m not in the mood to talk anymore. So, let me go.”
    “But why are you always running away when I want us to have a discussion?”
    “Because you’re always catching me at the wrong times.”
    “You know what Eric? You are so pathetic!”
    “Tell me something I don’t know,” he replied sarcastically.
    So, I struck back at him and said, “And you wonder why we can’t ever resolve our issues.” And then I released his arm.
    I stood there and watched him walk back into his parents’ house as if nothing had transpired between he and I, which, of course, made me cringe. But instead of flying off the handle and making a scene, I marched back into the house and made my way into the kitchen, where I found Mrs. Kathy wiping down her kitchen countertops.
    “Need some help?” I asked.
    “Oh no, honey. I’m fine,” she insisted.
    “So, what’s on the menu for tonight?”
    “Leftovers.”
    “Oh, yeah, where’s my plate?”
    “It’s in the fridge.”
    “Where exactly?’ I asked her as I scanned the entire refrigerator.
    “It’s on the second shelf, behind the yellow salad bowl.”
    “Oh, okay. I see it now,” I informed her, relieving the container the instant I closed the refrigerator door behind me.
    “Wanna warm it up?”
    “No. I’m going to take it home with me and warm it up later.”
    “You sure?”
    “Yes, ma’am. I’m sure,” I replied in a manner of assurance. So, she handed me a plastic bag to carry the dish in while we continued our little chat. We talked for at least another twenty minutes before I threw in the towel.
    Engaging in a conversation about what stores had sales this week wasn’t exactly what I would deem to be a juicy topic. So, I kissed her and called it a night. And on my way out, I asked Eric if he wanted me to carry Kimora home with me, but he insisted on bringing her himself. So, I let him have his way and left.
    Teresa had been weighing heavily on my mind from the minute I left work today, so I got her on