Blac snuck quietly into Theresa’s dark house and closed the front door. He started toward the bedroom, when the light suddenly snapped on.
Startled, Blac saw Theresa standing before him with her hand on the switch. She wore a nightgown and a scarf around her hair.
“Where you been?”
“Working.”
“Working, doing what?”
Blac didn’t want to lie to her, but she didn’t have to know every move he made. “There are some really important things I gotta take care of, okay?”
“Like what?”
“Like whatever I say, okay? I say I’m working, all you gotta know is I’m doing that. Understand?”
Theresa stared right back at him but didn’t respond.
“Do you understand?” Black said again.
“The talk we had the other night, that didn’t mean nothing to you?”
Blac looked at Theresa as though she had only the sense of a child. “I ain’t got time for this. I’m going to bed.”