Page 40 of Don Caselli

“Find that hard to believe. You would have been in a relationship already if that was true,” she challenged what I had said.

“Let me rephrase that… I get attached quick to people I like.”

“You like me?”

I nodded my head. “Yeah.”

“We’re both fresh out of something… no attachment is best for us. Have fun and worry about that other shit later, cool?”

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I kissed her on the head. “Cool.”

She hopped down from the counter, and I slapped her ass. “Go get dressed, Ms. Take an Hour Shower.”

“Have you seen your shower? My water goes cold if I take a shower for even fifteen minutes. I can take aneverythingshower in there and never run out of hot water.”

It didn’t take nothing for me to shower and change. Navy wanted to live in the damn shower. While she went to get dressed, I sat out on my terrace and looked out at the view. My phone disturbed my thoughts, and I saw my brother’s name.

“What up?”

“Shit.”

I looked at the phone, ‘cause when the fuck did this nigga call for nothing. Usually, I wasn’t able to get a greeting out because he was on me about something that needed to be done.

“Mens, you straight?”

“Yeah.”

Now I was really fucking confused and slightly concerned because it was quiet as shit. “Then why the fuck did you call me?”

“Had meatloaf for dinner.” He sounded like he had been personally victimized, and needed some emotional support, but didn’t know who to call.

I held my laugh because he was serious. “Oh, yeah… how was that?”

“Who the fuck willingly eats meat cake, Don? You eat that shit? I ain’t never seen that shit made before.”

“Lots of people. I’ve had it a few times. People make it with ketchup and then some make a gravy. Personally, I like the ketchup topping.”

“You mean the frosting?”

I couldn’t hold my laugh anymore. “Mens, how did you like it? I know you didn’t call me because of your dinner.”

“I’m calling you because this wife of mine is trying to kill me or something… this pregnancy shit ain’t for the weak. She fucking broke out crying because I didn’t want to eat the dinner she cooked… literally turned red and was hyperventilating, so I had to fucking eat the damn meatloaf… come scoop me.” I could tell he had the phone close to his mouth by the way he was whispering.

“You can’t run from your wife, Menace.”

“Wow, Don.”

“What?”

“You said you hate your fucking brother and want him to die… shit fucked up.”

I stared straight face at the invisible camera because I don’t know why I even asked his ass in the first place. “Alright, I’m ready. I’ve packed my stuff so you can carry it when we take the train back.”

Navy stood in front of me with a pair of ripped cut-off shorts, exposing her thick thighs, a tube top, and a pair of sneakers. She had her braids pulled up into a bun, and she had done light makeup. Enough for you to notice, but not so much that it took away from her natural beauty.

“Hmm, got a shorty over.” I had forgot this nigga was on the phone.

“I’m gonna holla at you, Men?—”

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