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grandmother is getting ready to get hit upside the head for a few bucks because daddy decided to cut me out the Will.”
    “Vernon, you are a grown man and responsible for your actions. You won’t just be hurting someone’s grandmother; you’d be hurting yourself . Each knock upside her head, will be two coming back to you. For the record Vernon, I don’t appreciate you coming here unannounced.”
    Vernon began walking toward his sister and again points his finger in her face. “Don’t think you’re going be the only one to reap from daddy’s business. Y’all owe me and I will get mine. And for your information, if our father would have taking care of me like he did you, I’d have a phone to call your ass first. Bye,” he spat at her.
    Vivian d idn’t respond and kept her eyes plastered on Vernon, hoping he wouldn’t do anything stupid on his way out of her house.
    Vernon left pulling the door closed with added force as backup he planned to return.
    Vivian t ook a deep breath and exhaled, glad that he left quietly. She then went to turn the burners back on to resume her cooking. She reached into the drawer and removed a pair of tongs to turn over the pork-chops. While turning the pork-chops over the telephone rang. Vivian laid the tongs down on a folded paper towel then lifted the cordless from its base on the counter.
    “It’s not fair,” Jennifer’s whined. “Vi, what’s wrong with me? I tried creating an ambiance that I was sure would have me in the mood to make love with my husband. I even went so far as to buy some of the toys you keep hidden.”
    Vivian eyes shift ed toward the ceiling. They had been friends since grammar school. She loved her best friend, but lately she had been getting on her nerves with the same complaint she’s had. She was not in the mood to listen to her friend complaining about her non-existing sex life with her husband. All Vivian wanted was to have an enjoyable dinner with a fine glass of wine and relax for the rest of the day.
    “Excuse me. Don’t bring my way of pleasure into your relationship with your husband ,” Vivian said.
    “Vi, you should have seen our bedroom it was beautiful. I dressed the bed with brand new purple silk sheets. I had the lights dimmed and had candles burning on the dresser and nightstands. I placed a cute little silver tray with a bottle of Korbel and two wine glasses in the center of the bed. Prince was doing his thing from the CD player singing , Do Me .”
    Vivian eyes rolled upwards. She then observed her food cooking on the stove while Jennifer babbled on about her bedroom that she had set up romantically and in vain.
    “I was getting kind of horny when I heard the garage door opening. You can’t tell me I wasn’t in the mood for my husband.”
    “Look, if you did all that and it didn’t work then you really should consider seeing your gynecologist. I’ve told you before that your body is probably going through physical changes and that you need to seek professional help, Jennifer.”
    “What do you mean professional help? I don’t need to see a psychiatrist just because I can’t stay in the mood to have sex with my husband.”
    "I’m not calling you crazy Jen. I’m merely stating that there could be something serious going on with you. You need to talk to someone that could help you; someone trained to deal with situations like yours. I’m not saying that I’m not here for you. I just can’t help you in this particular dilemma. I told you before that it’s probably menopause that you’re going through.”
    Jennifer pushed her lips out like a kid pouting. “And I told you that I’m only forty years old. There’s no way I’m going through menopause this early in life. Besides, I thought when you go through menopause you become all emotional and stuff,” Jennifer countered sounding as if she was about to cry.
    “Are you listening to yourself Jennifer? It sounds to me like you’re a little emotional now. You sound like