human. Even though my baby will secure my financial situation, it will also be loved! It will be the first grandchild for my mother and my sisters are going to spoil it rotten. I can only hope that Rod is going to be happy as well. There’s nothing worse than a disgruntled father.
Well, maybe there is something worse than a disgruntled father. A fighting mad, clear stiletto heel wearing, pole twirling, baby mama named Peach.
~ 12~
Camille
When Dionne plans a trip, she really knows how to do it big! She booked a suite at the Harrah’s casino in New Orleans and because those two heffas bailed on me, I get it all to myself! She even put money on the books for me so I don’t have to spend too much of my own money.
It’s a blessing to have a rich sister.
My first stop is the slot machines, because I don’t really know how to play anything else. I’m afraid of blackjack, craps and poker. Plus they have a slot machine called Party Gras! That’s what I’m talking about.
I slide onto the little stool in front of my first machine. It takes nickels and I’ve got a huge bucket of them.
My cell phone rings in my pocket. I pull it out and frown when I see the number in the caller ID. It’s Bryan. Ugh. I’m not talking to him until he repents from his bad attitude. He wasn’t happy about this trip, but he knows better than to come between me and my sisters.
I focus on the beautiful machine in front of me. The lights and bells make it look like a self-contained celebration! God knows I need some celebration in my life!
I slide the first nickel into the slot and pull the lever. I watch the pictures of fruit whiz past. The first one stops - a bunch of bananas. The second one stops – another bunch of bananas. The third one stops – and it’s a bunch of bananas!
I hit the jackpot on my first time!
Coins are flowing out of the machine like water from the rock when God blessed the Israelites! I jump down from the stool to collect the coins as they fall, littering the floor around the machine like gold colored manna.
God. Is. Able.
When I take my winnings up to the little window to turn them in, the clerk tells me that I’ve won the daily jackpot of fifteen thousand dollars. I can’t wait to get to my room and call Bryan. I can pay off my car with this money.
Wait a minute. I’m not telling Bryan anything. He is a dream killer and a blessing blocker. He wants to get in the way of what God is doing in my life.
I mean really, if God is opening the windows of heavens for my finances, wouldn’t it be a sin not to receive?
~1 3~
Dionne
It has been three hours since my injection, and so far, I don’t feel any side effects. I feel perfectly fine. I dropped Hailey off at home, because I have another…errand.
There was no way I was going to New Orleans without Sydney. Camille gets on my nerves and she’s boring as what. Once she gets through blowing through all of the money I left on the books and all of the money she has with her, she’ll be home and back to fussing at me and Syd about our lives.
I am somewhat curious about Sydney bailing like that though. She seemed pretty pumped about kicking it with me this weekend for her birthday. It’s not like she’s got a man to spend it with, so she might as well be with her sisters. I was kidding with Camille about Sydney sinning. That is not like Syd at all.
Unless…she does have a man. The first thing that popped into my head when Sydney sent me that text, is what could’ve kept me from an all-expenses paid trip to New Orleans. Yeah, it’s either a man or one of those patients at the hospital.
My random thoughts about my sisters cease and desist when the Lexus SUV pulls into the driveway of Peach’s decked out town house. I didn’t have to bribe or convince the security guard at the gate today, because there wasn’t one there. I
Well, maybe there is something worse than a disgruntled father. A fighting mad, clear stiletto heel wearing, pole twirling, baby mama named Peach.
~ 12~
Camille
When Dionne plans a trip, she really knows how to do it big! She booked a suite at the Harrah’s casino in New Orleans and because those two heffas bailed on me, I get it all to myself! She even put money on the books for me so I don’t have to spend too much of my own money.
It’s a blessing to have a rich sister.
My first stop is the slot machines, because I don’t really know how to play anything else. I’m afraid of blackjack, craps and poker. Plus they have a slot machine called Party Gras! That’s what I’m talking about.
I slide onto the little stool in front of my first machine. It takes nickels and I’ve got a huge bucket of them.
My cell phone rings in my pocket. I pull it out and frown when I see the number in the caller ID. It’s Bryan. Ugh. I’m not talking to him until he repents from his bad attitude. He wasn’t happy about this trip, but he knows better than to come between me and my sisters.
I focus on the beautiful machine in front of me. The lights and bells make it look like a self-contained celebration! God knows I need some celebration in my life!
I slide the first nickel into the slot and pull the lever. I watch the pictures of fruit whiz past. The first one stops - a bunch of bananas. The second one stops – another bunch of bananas. The third one stops – and it’s a bunch of bananas!
I hit the jackpot on my first time!
Coins are flowing out of the machine like water from the rock when God blessed the Israelites! I jump down from the stool to collect the coins as they fall, littering the floor around the machine like gold colored manna.
God. Is. Able.
When I take my winnings up to the little window to turn them in, the clerk tells me that I’ve won the daily jackpot of fifteen thousand dollars. I can’t wait to get to my room and call Bryan. I can pay off my car with this money.
Wait a minute. I’m not telling Bryan anything. He is a dream killer and a blessing blocker. He wants to get in the way of what God is doing in my life.
I mean really, if God is opening the windows of heavens for my finances, wouldn’t it be a sin not to receive?
~1 3~
Dionne
It has been three hours since my injection, and so far, I don’t feel any side effects. I feel perfectly fine. I dropped Hailey off at home, because I have another…errand.
There was no way I was going to New Orleans without Sydney. Camille gets on my nerves and she’s boring as what. Once she gets through blowing through all of the money I left on the books and all of the money she has with her, she’ll be home and back to fussing at me and Syd about our lives.
I am somewhat curious about Sydney bailing like that though. She seemed pretty pumped about kicking it with me this weekend for her birthday. It’s not like she’s got a man to spend it with, so she might as well be with her sisters. I was kidding with Camille about Sydney sinning. That is not like Syd at all.
Unless…she does have a man. The first thing that popped into my head when Sydney sent me that text, is what could’ve kept me from an all-expenses paid trip to New Orleans. Yeah, it’s either a man or one of those patients at the hospital.
My random thoughts about my sisters cease and desist when the Lexus SUV pulls into the driveway of Peach’s decked out town house. I didn’t have to bribe or convince the security guard at the gate today, because there wasn’t one there. I
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