lookin’ nigga!”
“My brother buys his clothes big,” I insisted.
Kenny opened the jacket and pointed to the size tag in the coat.
“This says 2x. Your brother wears a large, if that.”
“I’m sorry you feel the way you do, Kenny, but you are going to have to do better than that if you want to accuse me of something.”
“I was looking for a blanket, but I guess I could use this big ass coat for one.”
I snatched the jacket from him and put it back in the bag. I pulled out the blanket that he supposedly couldn’t find and handed it to him.
“The cheap ass nigga couldn’t even buy a designer coat. Where do you get an earth-friendly, biodegradable leather jacket anyway?”
I realized from Kenny’s comments that he had noticed the logo on the inside of Allen’s jacket. Kenny was a label reader at heart. He only wore designer clothes and he was quick to judge those who didn’t. His mother even confessed to me that when Kenny was a teenager, she would buy his clothes from TJ Max and put them in a Neiman Marcus bag just so he would wear them. I really didn’t know what to do at this point. If he found out that this jacket was Allen’s, he would really think we were hiding something. I would rather him think some other guy gave me the jacket - anyone but Allen!
“That’s the company my brother works for. I don’t see the big deal, Ken.”
“That’s cool. I’m going to find out one way or the other.”
Now things were really getting crazy. If this was a precursor of events to occur, then I wanted to turn around and go back home right now! I wasn’t trying to get caught up, especially down there. If some shit went down, I would have no help on my side. I would be seen as a home wrecker, a Jezebel. I tried to look at things on a positive note. If I could get Allen’s jacket back to him without incident, maybe Kenny will forget all about it. I will just tell him I gave my brother his jacket back - end of story. One thing I did not have to worry about was Kenny asking my brother about the jacket. He’s knows better than to come to my brother with some mess like that. My brother will probably tell him to kiss his ass and leave him out of our business.
The rest of the trip was quiet, at best. We only talked when it was absolutely necessary. I wish I had told Kenny the truth when I got back from Denver. He would have been asking all kinds of questions, but at least I wouldn’t be lying, trying to cover up something. It didn’t really matter, this was a no-win situation. It doesn’t matter what I told him, he would still find something to get mad about. He’s just a jealous and insecure person and I fed his jealously and insecurity by lying to him.
When we pulled up to my mother-in-law’s house, I felt let down when I didn’t see the butterscotch Tahoe in the carport. Allen hadn’t made it yet. I was disappointed but I knew he would be here shortly. We left our bags in the car and went inside. We hugged and kissed everyone who was there, including my mother-in-law and sister-in-law. Denise was my sister -in-law and just a few months older than me. She was tall, attractive, and smart but she had priced herself right out of a husband. She refused to cook for a man or even fix him a plate of food. She was forever in school, obtaining degree after degree, and totally emasculating any man who tried to do anything for her. She was always reading a book or watching a movie that perpetuated the flaws and faults of the Black man. She didn’t have a man and she didn’t want anyone else to have one. She was always on my case about the way I cater to Kenny.
“You always cookin’ for that nigga and fixin’ his plate. Let that nigga get his own shit!” She would say. I told her that’s the way I grew up and I do it because I want to and not because I feel obligated. Besides, it’s so much easier to get a man to do what you want him to do when you’re cooking for him and fucking him well. For all the
“My brother buys his clothes big,” I insisted.
Kenny opened the jacket and pointed to the size tag in the coat.
“This says 2x. Your brother wears a large, if that.”
“I’m sorry you feel the way you do, Kenny, but you are going to have to do better than that if you want to accuse me of something.”
“I was looking for a blanket, but I guess I could use this big ass coat for one.”
I snatched the jacket from him and put it back in the bag. I pulled out the blanket that he supposedly couldn’t find and handed it to him.
“The cheap ass nigga couldn’t even buy a designer coat. Where do you get an earth-friendly, biodegradable leather jacket anyway?”
I realized from Kenny’s comments that he had noticed the logo on the inside of Allen’s jacket. Kenny was a label reader at heart. He only wore designer clothes and he was quick to judge those who didn’t. His mother even confessed to me that when Kenny was a teenager, she would buy his clothes from TJ Max and put them in a Neiman Marcus bag just so he would wear them. I really didn’t know what to do at this point. If he found out that this jacket was Allen’s, he would really think we were hiding something. I would rather him think some other guy gave me the jacket - anyone but Allen!
“That’s the company my brother works for. I don’t see the big deal, Ken.”
“That’s cool. I’m going to find out one way or the other.”
Now things were really getting crazy. If this was a precursor of events to occur, then I wanted to turn around and go back home right now! I wasn’t trying to get caught up, especially down there. If some shit went down, I would have no help on my side. I would be seen as a home wrecker, a Jezebel. I tried to look at things on a positive note. If I could get Allen’s jacket back to him without incident, maybe Kenny will forget all about it. I will just tell him I gave my brother his jacket back - end of story. One thing I did not have to worry about was Kenny asking my brother about the jacket. He’s knows better than to come to my brother with some mess like that. My brother will probably tell him to kiss his ass and leave him out of our business.
The rest of the trip was quiet, at best. We only talked when it was absolutely necessary. I wish I had told Kenny the truth when I got back from Denver. He would have been asking all kinds of questions, but at least I wouldn’t be lying, trying to cover up something. It didn’t really matter, this was a no-win situation. It doesn’t matter what I told him, he would still find something to get mad about. He’s just a jealous and insecure person and I fed his jealously and insecurity by lying to him.
When we pulled up to my mother-in-law’s house, I felt let down when I didn’t see the butterscotch Tahoe in the carport. Allen hadn’t made it yet. I was disappointed but I knew he would be here shortly. We left our bags in the car and went inside. We hugged and kissed everyone who was there, including my mother-in-law and sister-in-law. Denise was my sister -in-law and just a few months older than me. She was tall, attractive, and smart but she had priced herself right out of a husband. She refused to cook for a man or even fix him a plate of food. She was forever in school, obtaining degree after degree, and totally emasculating any man who tried to do anything for her. She was always reading a book or watching a movie that perpetuated the flaws and faults of the Black man. She didn’t have a man and she didn’t want anyone else to have one. She was always on my case about the way I cater to Kenny.
“You always cookin’ for that nigga and fixin’ his plate. Let that nigga get his own shit!” She would say. I told her that’s the way I grew up and I do it because I want to and not because I feel obligated. Besides, it’s so much easier to get a man to do what you want him to do when you’re cooking for him and fucking him well. For all the
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