Diva Diaries by Janine A. Morris Page A

thing with Dawn and me. I had no right to do what I did, though, Jordan. I had too much to drink yesterday when I stepped out of the office—I know that was dumb of me. I don’t know if I told you, but yesterday I found out Dawn called our engagement off because of some guy she was cheating on me with and I was really feeling it. I guess I just wasn’t thinking straight—I just wanted someone—”
    â€œJayon, I understand. Truly, it’s OK.”
    â€œYou promise, Jordan? Can we put this behind us?” Jayon asked.
    â€œYes, we will.”
    â€œAre you going to say something to Omar?”
    â€œJayon, I will see you in court Monday morning.”
    â€œAll right, Jordan,” he said, quickly catching the hint.
    â€œAnd don’t forget all the files,” she said. “And Jayon, don’t be so hard on yourself. I understand—we all do things without thinking first sometimes.”
    Jordan threw that last comment in to ensure it would sound like they were discussing business. It must have worked, because Omar left the room moments later instead of waiting to hear the whole conversation out.
    â€œThanks for being so understanding.”
    â€œOK, I’m on my way out with Omar, so I have to go.”
    After Jayon apologized once again for calling her on a Saturday, they both hung up.
    Jordan walked down the hall and grabbed her dark-brown leather purse and headed toward the living room. As she sat down and began to place the belongings from the bag from the day before into the brown leather bag, which matched her outfit for the day, Omar walked in.
    â€œCan I at least have you to myself on weekends?” Omar said in a sarcastic tone.
    â€œOmar, don’t go there. It was a two-minute call.”
    â€œOK, but I’m just saying, you’re with him every day, all day. What he had to say couldn’t wait? I mean, damn, when we do have our time, Jayon and your work is going to start invading that, too.”
    â€œOmar, let’s not ruin our day. He just wanted to make sure I was clear on some things before we met on Monday, that’s all. Now can we go?”
    As she finished her sentence, Omar was already walking out of the room.
    About ten minutes later, no words had yet been exchanged, and they headed out for their lunch date.
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    Once they were seated at Jezebel’s, they were both pros at making the waiter think things were just fine, smiling and saying thank-you through the whole ordering session. However, the moment he turned away, back to complete silence. Jordan and Omar were pros at this. They had mastered the art of going out, even when they were mad at each other. Quite pathetic but true—it came with being in a relationship for fourteen years. Fights and attitudes were a given, so like most aspects of it, you just learn how to live with it. But this was their anniversary—a line had to be crossed.
    â€œC’mon, Omar, are we gonna sit here and not talk through the whole lunch?” she said, finally deciding to be the bigger person.
    â€œTalk,” he said, obviously deciding not to join her. How typical of him, she thought to herself. She wanted to strangle him.
    â€œTalk? Fine,” she said. “Jason has his exam for kindergarten next week. I wanted to plan a trip to take him to Disney World when he passes.”
    â€œAnd what if he doesn’t pass?” he replied.
    â€œHow dare you say that. Of course he will pass,” she said.
    â€œI’m just realistic. Just because you think you’re the smartest woman on the planet doesn’t mean your son can’t fail some silly test,” he said.
    â€œWhat is all of that for, Omar? Is there something you want to talk about?”
    â€œNope, nothing at all,” he replied, clearly hiding his real thoughts.
    The waiter approached the table. “Salmon?”
    â€œRight here,” Jordan said.
    The food was a good reason to be quiet