Page 46 of Unlucky You

Deadly reaction to Rohypnol.

Grand Sinclair. Boyfriend. Child’s father.

Charged with third degree involuntary manslaughter.

“You killed a man for drugging your girlfriend,” I whispered.

Reading the article brought so many things into perspective. He didn’t want to discuss his past with me because his past was about losing someone he loved. He could have easily explained all of this but he truly didn’t care that I thought he was just another man who killed senselessly. His actions were justified in his mind and that was all that mattered. Damn sure not my opinion of him.

I was seconds from doing another search when a call showed up on my MacBook, interrupting the thought. I answered and leaned back in my chair after lifting my tumbler of wine.

“Are you up?”

“I answered…”

“You always answer for me, even if you’re not up, smart ass.” I grinned at the amusement in Sameena’s tone.

“Because I’m a good sister.”

“And I’m not.”

“Mediocre at best and that score may change pending what you’re about to beg for.”

She burst out laughing and I smiled while gulping wine. “Girl fuck you. I’m not begging. I actually come bearing gifts.”

“Gifts you say. Do tell.”

“Nope, I changed my mind. You don’t respect or value me.”

“Meen, your specialty is receiving not giving.”

“I bought you breakfast a few days ago.”

“Babe, I paid. You offered to buy me breakfast but conveniently had to take a call and said you would meet me outside right before the bill came.”

“It was work.”

“Girl, what do you want? I’m busy.”

“I have certificates to Massage Elements. I was going to see if you wanted to?—”

“Yes…”

“Damn, hoe, that was fast. You could have at least let me try to sell it.”

“I don’t need you to sell it. I was just there two days ago. Their prices are insanity but the place is beautiful.” I frowned. “Wait, speaking of, do you really have certificates or is this going to be another invite where you conveniently get a call when it’s time to swipe a card?”

“Yes, hoe, I have certificates. Two, five hundred dollars each. You really think very little of me.”

I remained quiet and she quickly stated, “Okay, you have a point. I feel your silent judgment, but in my defense, I’mstruggling out here in these streets. You make a lot more money than I do.”

“By choice. You have an entire degree that you refuse to use.”

“In business economics and only because our parents threatened to take my car if I didn’t go to college. I loved that damn car.”

“A car you no longer have but the degree is still very much valid, Meen.”

“Please don’t remind me of the horrific mistake in financial judgment I made. I just paid my car note today.”

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