“Because nine times out of ten, she’s tired from dealin’ withyoass. Pointing it out don’t do nothing but make her feel ugly.”
“Well you are most certainly not ugly. Never was, never gonna be.”
She smiled. “Damn right.”
“You been out with your friends? Miss Sandra or Miss Jocelyn?”
She rolled her eyes. “Me and Sandra fell out. And Jocelyn…” she trailed off. “Jocelyn ain’t shit. She done got her hooks into some new man, so now she ain’t got time for little old me.”
“Well you could hang out with me if you want. I’ll take you to the club, let you turn up. Tastefully.”
That made her laugh. “You’re so silly.”
I cleared my throat. “What about a date? You seeing anybody?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I just buried my husband.”
“I know, but…it wasn’t a regular situation and…well, you know.”
“Why would you ask me that?”
“It was just a question. I asked about your friends and now I’m asking about your love life.”
“Uh huh.”
“Anyway, if you need to talk—”
“I know, I know. Don’t you worry about Gab. Ialwaysland on my feet."