top of her black sunglasses. She blew the horn.
“Break that shit up,” Sabrina yelled out of the car window.
The man waved one hand in our direction and smacked Shannon on the behind with the other as she walked away.
“Hey y’all. What’s up?” Shannon said, as she climbed into the back seat.
“Who the fuck was that?” Sabrina quickly asked. Subtlety was never one of her strong points.
“Oh girl, that’s Bone,” Shannon replied, fastening her seatbelt and loudly popping her gum.
“Bone?” Who’s Bone? How do you know him? Does he go to Howard?” I inquired.
“Does Bone sound like the name of someone who’d go to Howard, Nikki? Plus, he looks old enough to be all of our daddies,” Sabrina said, sarcastically. “He ain’t no damn student.”
I glanced at Sabrina with a “let me handle this” look on my face. Sabrina easily read it and winked in agreement.
“I met him out.”
“Out? Out where?”
“At a party.”
“What party?” I asked. I had become very annoyed with Shannon and her short ass answers. She knew what I wanted to know, and was being purposefully difficult and vague. This was the same game Shannon played with my parents whenever she didn’t want to be bothered with their questions or hear their advice. She usually became more compliant after one of my father’s open-handed slaps stung her cheek.
“What the fuck difference does it make, Nikki? I left my mama in Alabama or have you forgotten?” Shannon defended.
“It makes a big difference, little girl,” Sabrina interrupted even though she had agreed not to. She peered at Shannon through the rear view mirror as she drove. “You up here in DC running around with just about any and every guy in the tri-state area, like you know what the hell you’re doing. You don’t know shit. Any one of these trifling motherfuckers could have your green Alabama ass raped and cut up like Swiss cheese and left for dead in an alley.”
Although Sabrina’s description of my little sister’s behavior was harsh and vividly animated, it was true. I knew that Shannon dramatically needed to slow her roll before something horrible happened to her.
“Whatever, Sabrina. You don’t know shit about me to be talking to me like that,” Shannon responded to Sabrina’s scolding.
Why is Shannon scratching like that?
“I know more about your skank ass than you think I do,
Shannon.”
“Skank? Bitch who you talking to?”
“Bitch?” Sabrina pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park. I knew that things had truly gotten out of control.
“You, Sabrina! I’m calling you a bitch! Sitting up here talking to me like I’m a dog!”
“Get the fuck out of my car, bitch!”
“Wait a minute, Sabrina. You can’t put her out here. What about the book signing?” I interrupted.
“Oh you and I are still going to the book signing, Nikki. Ain’t nothing changed that. But your little sister gots to get the hell up and out right here, right now. Ain’t no fucking crackhead gonna ride in my goddamn car and call me a bitch.” Crackhead? Could that be it? Shannon is on drugs?
“Shannon, apologize,” I demanded.
“Fuck this,” Shannon said as she got out of the car and slammed the door shut. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My sister and my best friend were at each other’s throats and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Truth is, I agreed with Sabrina.
“Let her go. I’m sure one of her tricks probably lives nearby anyway. She’ll be fine,” Sabrina calmly said, pulling away from the curb. “Plus, we’re already five minutes behind schedule and I don’t want to be late. I’ve waited too long for this event to have your skank ass sister fuck it up for me.”
“Sabrina! That’s my sister.”
“Oh, Nikki, please. Grow up. Shannon sure has. Fuck her. If she is going to make what she thinks are grown woman decisions then she needs to experience grown woman consequences.”
I stayed quiet for the
“Break that shit up,” Sabrina yelled out of the car window.
The man waved one hand in our direction and smacked Shannon on the behind with the other as she walked away.
“Hey y’all. What’s up?” Shannon said, as she climbed into the back seat.
“Who the fuck was that?” Sabrina quickly asked. Subtlety was never one of her strong points.
“Oh girl, that’s Bone,” Shannon replied, fastening her seatbelt and loudly popping her gum.
“Bone?” Who’s Bone? How do you know him? Does he go to Howard?” I inquired.
“Does Bone sound like the name of someone who’d go to Howard, Nikki? Plus, he looks old enough to be all of our daddies,” Sabrina said, sarcastically. “He ain’t no damn student.”
I glanced at Sabrina with a “let me handle this” look on my face. Sabrina easily read it and winked in agreement.
“I met him out.”
“Out? Out where?”
“At a party.”
“What party?” I asked. I had become very annoyed with Shannon and her short ass answers. She knew what I wanted to know, and was being purposefully difficult and vague. This was the same game Shannon played with my parents whenever she didn’t want to be bothered with their questions or hear their advice. She usually became more compliant after one of my father’s open-handed slaps stung her cheek.
“What the fuck difference does it make, Nikki? I left my mama in Alabama or have you forgotten?” Shannon defended.
“It makes a big difference, little girl,” Sabrina interrupted even though she had agreed not to. She peered at Shannon through the rear view mirror as she drove. “You up here in DC running around with just about any and every guy in the tri-state area, like you know what the hell you’re doing. You don’t know shit. Any one of these trifling motherfuckers could have your green Alabama ass raped and cut up like Swiss cheese and left for dead in an alley.”
Although Sabrina’s description of my little sister’s behavior was harsh and vividly animated, it was true. I knew that Shannon dramatically needed to slow her roll before something horrible happened to her.
“Whatever, Sabrina. You don’t know shit about me to be talking to me like that,” Shannon responded to Sabrina’s scolding.
Why is Shannon scratching like that?
“I know more about your skank ass than you think I do,
Shannon.”
“Skank? Bitch who you talking to?”
“Bitch?” Sabrina pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park. I knew that things had truly gotten out of control.
“You, Sabrina! I’m calling you a bitch! Sitting up here talking to me like I’m a dog!”
“Get the fuck out of my car, bitch!”
“Wait a minute, Sabrina. You can’t put her out here. What about the book signing?” I interrupted.
“Oh you and I are still going to the book signing, Nikki. Ain’t nothing changed that. But your little sister gots to get the hell up and out right here, right now. Ain’t no fucking crackhead gonna ride in my goddamn car and call me a bitch.” Crackhead? Could that be it? Shannon is on drugs?
“Shannon, apologize,” I demanded.
“Fuck this,” Shannon said as she got out of the car and slammed the door shut. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My sister and my best friend were at each other’s throats and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Truth is, I agreed with Sabrina.
“Let her go. I’m sure one of her tricks probably lives nearby anyway. She’ll be fine,” Sabrina calmly said, pulling away from the curb. “Plus, we’re already five minutes behind schedule and I don’t want to be late. I’ve waited too long for this event to have your skank ass sister fuck it up for me.”
“Sabrina! That’s my sister.”
“Oh, Nikki, please. Grow up. Shannon sure has. Fuck her. If she is going to make what she thinks are grown woman decisions then she needs to experience grown woman consequences.”
I stayed quiet for the
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