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will. Well, actually I don’t know what he’ll do. I just want to forget about him.” I take a big bite of my eggs.
    “Do you miss him?” He isn’t looking at me as hard this time, and he asks with genuine curiosity as if my answer wouldn’t matter. But I know it would matter, because even if it doesn’t matter to him, it will matter to me.  
    “I don’t know. I mean, I know I say that answer a lot and I find myself thinking about him all the time. I just want to forget about him, but I know I won’t be able to move on for a while, so . . .” I stop, not wanting to say any more.  
    He nods, and I’m grateful he understands.  
      “Where did Jaylen go? And Angela, for that matter, anyway?”
    “Jay went to the store. Ang went home. I think. I’m not sure. That’s all I know,” he says, resting his chin on his hand. “I just dropped Tori off at the salon to get her nails done, so she’ll be done in about another thirty minutes.”
    I finish my eggs and wash my plate. Malcolm waits patiently until I turn around before asking his next question. “You still love him?”
    “Yes,” I admit.  
    Malcolm looks me in the eye again and nods. “I kinda figured that. Hey, listen. I think you really need to decide once and for all what you really wanna do. ’Cause you keep breaking up with him and going back like it’s nothing.”
    “I don’t want to go back with him. He doesn’t know how to treat me right.” I take a deep breath and close my eyes.  
    “Care to elaborate?”
    I open my eyes and shake my head. “No, I mean, it’s just everything. It’s not one thing; it’s a lot of things. I mean, I do love him,” I continue. “I don’t think I cannot love him. I just don’t love the way he acts sometimes.”
    “You know, you sound like one of them girls that’s trapped with a no-good-ass nigga,” he says, wagging a finger. “Don’t be like them girls. I’m telling you.”
    I chuckle low to lighten the mood even though I don’t feel humorous at all. “So why did you come back home early again? I thought you weren’t coming home for another two days.”
    Malcolm shrugs, leans back, and rests his hands behind his head. “Just in case I had to beat a nigga’s ass. Jay told me what was up and that he could handle it, but I was like, nah, and Vegas was dulling out anyway. I did everything the first few nights.”
    “Oh. I think I’m going to lie down. No, better yet, I’ll take a bath.”

Chapter 7

    Jaylen walks through the front door just as I walk out of my bedroom. Malcolm left after I got settled in my bath and promised he would call me later to finish our talk. I don’t know what’s left to talk about. I have nothing left to say, and I’m not telling anybody about the fight Chris and I had. The way Malcolm looked both serious and calm about hurting Chris confirms that this secret is going to my grave.  
    The bath did help my sorenesss lessen though. I don’t have to lean on anything when I sit down and only feel uncomfortable when I bend over or stand on my feet too long. The eggs I ate didn’t last very long and now I’m starving. I smile at Jaylen as he closes the door behind him.  
    “Hey, how was your day?” he asks me.
    “Good. Talked to Malcolm for a while, made some eggs, and took a bath.”
    “All that before I got back? I was only gone for like an hour. How long did y’all talk?”
    “Ten minutes maybe. Not that long. I ate the eggs as we talked.”
    “Oh.”
    “Still hungry though. Can we order some pizza or go out or something?” I ask.
    Jaylen nods and plops on the couch. “I’ll order some pizza.” He pats the seat next to him. “Come sit down and talk to me.”
    I gladly sit beside him. “Where’s Angela? Back home? How was last night? You guys were pretty loud.” I winked at him.
    He chuckles. “Yeah, she went back home. She had to run some errands with her aunt or something like that. She’s coming tomorrow night.”
    “When is she moving