SEPARATE
When I got settled in the house, I decided to call Chelsea. There was no answer. I hung up and called again. No answer. Again. I left Chelsea a message asking where was she and to call to let somebody know she was ok.
I went to grab the house phone in the kitchen to see if there were any calls from Drew. No calls from GTL. I was relieved, but also curious. “Why didn’t he try to call again?”
I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and asked Derrick if he wanted a bottle. He refused. He was on the couch playing the Madden video game. I joined him.
“Who was the lucky pet last night?” I asked him.”Mikki,” he said. “Yeah, she miss ‘Big Daddy’ and I went to hit that ’cause she got this way of stroking her… ” “Ah… hate to cut you off, but I’m a girl and don’t want to know that part,” I interrupted. Derrick smiled not taking his eyes off the TV. “You right, my bad. But you know I had to beat that up nicely. She was begging me to come over there. It’s something about barbecuing that makes me horny. So, ya know!” “Yeah, I know D, must be the black coals,” I said. “What’s this about you and Drew?”
“Glad you brought that up because I wanted to see what you had to say. Oh, and Sean was on his way too. So you heard me, huh?”
“Yeah, I did, and ya know you’re too old to play games and too young to waste time.”
I agreed.
“I’m really thinking it’s over with Drew. Like, for real. A lot of time has passed me by and this is the thanks I get. It was so unnecessary to argue like two dogs in the street. If he was in my face, we probably would have been fighting.”
“He’s really messing up big time.” Derrick said.
“Yeah, seems like it huh?” I agreed.
My crackberry rang, I jumped up thinking it would be Chelsea, but it was Sean telling me he was on his way.
“The way to get over someone is to mess with someone else. I ain’t mad at cha.” Derrick said.
We laughed.
I went to brush my teeth on that note. As I entered in my bedroom, I hit the power button on my CD player and Separate by Rahsaan Patterson filled the air.
That song made me do exactly what he said. Derrick brought me my crackberry, and I heard Chelsea’s voice.
“Hey, what happened to you?”
She sounded a little distracted. Her voice was lowered.
“Nee, I was gonna come over to the house but I just couldn’t. I was driving down International and was just crying. I had to pull over across from Food King and Apt C and really let it out. I went home and cried and cried some more. After I did that, I tried pulling myself together and my eyes were so red and puffy. I put some Visine in my eyes, but the puffiness wouldn’t go down, so I laid down and fell asleep. I’m just waking up and I am hungry. Guess I’ll run down to Subway. I’m sorry about that, ’cause I know I missed some good ole food. Did yo mama make her potato salad?”
“Yep.” I answered. “We had a good time. Everyone was there but you and Kalena. Call over there and see if you could go get a plate.”
“Yeah, I think I will. Have you heard from Kalena? I know she is on Cloud Nine right about now.”
“Yeah, I bet. That’s our girl and I’m proud of her.”
“Yeah, I just wonder where my Todd is,” Chelsea said. “I thought it was Greg, but that funky black dog wasn’t the one!” Chelsea said.
Now, she was beginning to sound like herself. I was glad. Get it off your chest is what I say. Ain’t no use in holding it in.
“Chelsea, did you just call him a funky black dog?”
“Yeah girl, shoot, that’s what he is.”
I cracked up, and she joined in. That brought me satisfaction. I let her vent about Greg a little more before I changed the subject.
“Who was the pastor that preached today? I liked his way of breaking it down.”
“Yeah, he was on point. That’s Pastor Claybon Lea. He pastors Mt. Calvary Baptist Church. He has two churches, one in Fairfield and the other one is in Suisun.”
“Well, we should pay Mt. Calvary a visit one Sunday. I’m sure Pastor Bob and Pastor Hames won’t miss us just one Sunday.”
I looked up. Sean had walked in and closed the door behind him. He turned and was standing in my bedroom with seduction in his eyes. I knew what time it was when he unbuttoned his Rocawear jeans and they hit the floor.
No underwear in sight. I smiled, showing no teeth looking at his pole point at me.
“Chelsea, I’ll holla, I gotta go.”
I heard Chelsea say, “Girl, tell Sean I said… ” before the call ended.