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thought about what I said?” Malcolm asks.
    “Yeah.” Jaylen comes off the wall and more into the kitchen area. He stands a couple of feet away from Malcolm before turning to face me. “There’s been a little change of plans. I know we agreed that when Malcolm came back you could stay with him, but Malcolm brought a friend home from Vegas named Tori that he wants to spend time with at his place. So instead of having you move over there and play the whole hiding game, we figured you might as well stay here until she leaves.”
    I think about it. I don’t have the strength to move my stuff today. I just want a hot bath again to soak my wounds both physically and emotionally. I walk over to the chair opposite Malcolm at the kitchen table and ease down. I don’t notice until I’m relaxing in the chair that I had gripped the table for leverage just to sit down. Luckily, the two of them didn’t notice, or if they did they just ignored it.  
    “Sure, that’s fine,” I answer.
    “Cool.” Jaylen looks over at the door before turning his eyes to the key hook he keeps near the TV. I don’t know why I’m staring so hard, but I didn’t think he’d be leaving this early.  
    “Wait,” I say aloud. “What time is it?”
    Malcolm and Jaylen both look at their watches. “Twelve.”
    “Are you about   to head to work, Jay?” I ask, staring at his lack of wardrobe.  
    “I already been. I just had to do a little paperwork and set up some things for tonight. Malcolm’s going there later to handle some other stuff, though.” He’s still taking short glances toward the door, and I begin to wonder what his plans are for today.  
    “Oh.” I turn back to Malcolm. “How was Vegas?”
    “It was good. Met plenty of females out there. I mean damn, they was fine. This chick Tori—I’m telling you she’s got it all. She all that right there.” Malcolm laughs and smiles.  
    I’m about to respond, when Jaylen speaks up telling us to keep talking while he goes to run an errand. I watch him toss on his white Nike shoes and a white T-shirt before heading out the door. It’s weird that I’ve stayed in this house two nights and I’ve hardly spent any time with him. Maybe me seeing less of Jaylen is fine. The less he sees of me, the less chance of him discovering why it takes me so long to get out of bed in the morning.  
    I turn to face Malcolm once the door slams shut, and he’s staring at me with such intensity I hold my breath. “So, you want to talk about it?” he asks.
    “About what?” I ask, standing up and walking to the fridge to avoid his deadly glare.
    “Chris,” he says.
    “Not really much to say other than he cheated. Nothing new with that, though,” I mumble.
    “You want me to beat his ass?” His voice is hard.
    “No thanks. It’s really not necessary.”I take out two eggs and close the fridge. I’m still avoiding Malcolm’s eyes, but I can tell he’s watching me closely.  
    “What you makin’?”
    “Just a couple of eggs. Would you like some?” I ask, breaking them into a bowl and reaching for a fork.
    “Nah.” There’s a long pause before he asks, “Does Chris know you left?”
    I don’t say anything, and keep my eyes on the eggs as I pour them into the skillet. If Chris doesn’t know I’m gone, then he must have never come home, and I know that’s not the case. I watch the eggs slowly start to bubble and keep focused.
    When the eggs are done frying, I slide them onto a plate and grab another fork to eat with. I turn around, and Malcolm’s eyes are burning into mine. It shakes me up, and I’m unable to break the stare. Is he still waiting for an answer?
    “I don’t know,” I say, and stick a fork into my eggs.
    “Has he come looking for you yet?”  
    I think about sitting back in my chair, but I don’t want to chance having to use the table as a grip with Malcolm staring so hard at me. I settle for just leaning against the sink counter.  
    “No, I don’t think he