Page 40 of Taming a Menace
“Who is Moon?” Isis asked as soon as he was out of earshot.
“That’s what he’s been calling me. Apparently he remembers what I told him my name meant.”
“Girl, no wonder you been in turmoil,” Patrice joked.
“Right. He is fine as hell, sis. Did I already say fuck the rules?” My sister chimed in.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m pretty sure you have. That’s easy for you to say, though, Isis. You’re married to a fine ass man and most of your students are women.”
“If I wasn’t married and I swung the other way, I would fuck one of my students if she was fine as he is.”
“Girl, shut up.” I laughed in spite of myself.
The DJ came on the microphone announcing that Carteay was about to hit the stage. My heart sank. Hopefully we would still be able to meet her after her performance. I was a little relieved because my feet were starting to hurt. Retrieving my watery margarita from the table, I sat down in one of the chairs. Isis shot a quick glance in my direction from where she stood in front of the table.
“Your ass is sitting down already,” she fussed.
“Girl, I’m trying to preserve my feet for another hour or so.”
“If they’re hurting, maybe your friend will rub them for you.”
“Hush.” I rolled my eyes, hoping to look convincing as I dismissed her.
“Your man is coming back,” Patrice warned.
“He’s not my man.”
“Well then can I have him?” she asked.
“I keep forgetting why I can’t stand you two heifers.” I laughed, taking another sip of my drink.
“Hey, ladies. Carrie said she has about five minutes before she goes on. Follow me,” he told Isis. “Where’s Moon?”
“Who’s Moon?” Isis asked just for the hell of it.
“Iyla,” he reiterated.
“Over there sitting her lame ass down,” she revealed.
His head jutted out to the side so that he could look past my sister at me. “You good?”
“Yeah, my feet are just kinda tired. I didn’t want to leave before my sister got to see her girl.”
“You need me to massage them?” he quizzed.
The sincerity of his question caused an ache in my belly. Leave it to my sister to ruin the moment.
“I know that’s right. Let that man take care of you. She’s so stubborn. Maybe you can get that out of her some way.”
“Can you stop?” I whisper-shouted.
“She’s so controlling. Sometimes I forget that I’m the big sister.” Isis rolled her eyes.
“I am not controlling.”
“Whatever. Come on. I’m not about to miss my chance to meet Carteay arguing with you,” Isis said.
She had a point, so I reluctantly sprang to my feet. Once again, Key’s hand was on the small of my back. I knew my girls were having a field day watching from behind, but I didn’t care. I was thankful that he had been able to get us backstage to meet Carteay. I didn’t love her as much as my sister seemed to, but it was exciting either way.
