mean so you gonna have to forgive me right now. Because this is too crazy and I can’t believe I heard what I thought Parade said. I’m marrying the man that had Sky murdered. Her words echoed over and over in my mind.
When I returned Miss Daffany was staring at Parade as if she wanted to scratch her eyeballs out. I can’t say I blame her. I stuffed my face with fried chicken and took two bites of Mac and cheese. When I thought about what Miss Parade said again, I grabbed a butter roll and chewed half of it too. I felt my stomach swelling by the bite and I was starting to feel uncomfortable in my clothes. Now I’m really pissed and Parade’s to blame for me bustin’ out of my gear. Now I’ll have to go home and get dressed before meetin’ my new baby daddy, Keith.
Parade and Daffany both looked at me wanting me to break the silence. Ever since I’ve known them, I’ve been daddy, mommy and every other dysfunctional family member you could think of. And even after Sky’s murder, nothing has changed. I swallowed the food in my mouth, pat the corners of my lips with a napkin and decided to be short and sweet with my feelings about all of this.
“What the hell you mean you marrying Sky’s killer?!” A few people turned around looking at me and I said, “And what the hell are ya’ll lookin’ at?!” When they proceeded to mind their own business I faced Miss Parade awaiting her answer.
“I know it seems crazy, but I swear I didn’t know he was involved in any of this shit until it was too late! It wasn’t until I saw the girl Sky supposedly killed in the mall that I put one and one together! Hell she knew more about Smokes than I did at the time.”
You see, me…Miss Daffany, Miss Parade and Miss Sky were held at gunpoint by a hired killer because Miss Sky murdered Smoke’s wife at a party. But, Miss Sky being the character that she was before she died lied to Parade and told her it was the girl Parade had beef with at the mall. Miss Sky said she had to kill the girl in self defense. You had to be in my life beforehand to get the full story.
“Parade, this don’t make no damn sense!” Miss Daffany added, wiping her hands down her face before gripping her arms. “Sky had her problems but she was still our best friend. I mean… must you fuck all of her men?”
“Daffany, please,” Miss Parade rolled her eyes as she pushed a little back from the table. “You talkin’ about must I fuck all of her men when you slept with every one of our men too!”
“What?” Miss Daffany yelled leaping from her seat. It was the first time I saw what she was wearing, a dingy white tshirt, blue jeans and run over tennis shoes.
“You heard me Daffany! You think I don’t know you been fuckin’ my ex-boyfriend Melvin for the longest? When you knew I was with him? What if I would’ve gotten that AIDS shit you spreadin’ around?”
“Parade, don’t do this!” I yelled. Both of them ignored me.
“Like you gave a fuck about Melvin!” Daffany responded, still in shock by Parade’s comment. “I did you a fuckin favor! Consider yourself lucky! But at least I didn’t fuck the man who sent our best friend to her grave!”
“Excuse me,” an older white lady with wrinkles sitting at the table across from us interrupted. “But can you all keep it down please?”
“Can you still suck a dick?” I asked, as I waited for her response.
She gripped her mouth and looked to the older gentlemen at the table with her.
“Don’t look at me. I told you to mind your own old business.” He told her focusing back on his meal.
I directed my attention back to Parade and Daffany and they didn’t miss a beat. They continued to go at each other’s throat.
“At least I didn’t almost give her AIDS like you did me!” Miss Parade retaliated.
“Hold up ya’ll! This is getting too personal.” I advised. “Now Miss Parade, what I think Miss Daffany is tryin’ to say is that you’re not dating but marrying somebody who sent us