. . . so I tried to kill him by placing my hand over his nose. It didn’t work and he survived. My only problem is, I don’t know who took the picture.”
“You hit him with your car?” She gripped her by her arms and pulled her closer. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“What’s the big deal?”
“Farah, if someone examines that car, his DNA will be all over it. It’s gonna lead right back to you.”
She shrugged her off. “Well, that’s not going to happen.”
“How the fuck do you know?” Mia sighed.
“I just know, but that’s not what I wanted to tell you. Earlier, when I left to find Eleanor and the kid handed me the picture, Della was behind me. She almost saw it.” She started trembling. “If she would’ve seen that shit, I wouldn’t be here right now!”
“That’s why she was acting so weird when she came back inside.” She looked at Farah’s hands. “Where is the picture now?”
“In the trunk of my car,” Farah said. “I haven’t had a chance to get rid of it.” She used an even lower voice.
Mia felt her stomach swell. “Farah, don’t get me wrong. I understand you having to kill him when he showed up here, but why would you run into him and try to kill him when it was your fault?” She paused. “You got me worried about you.”
“Worried about me?” Farah laughed. “I’m the one who didn’t like violence, remember?” She pointed at herself. “I’m the one who wanted to live and love, but everybody in the house wouldn’t allow me to. If anything, I’m a product of the shit that went on with Brownie as our mother.”
Mia couldn’t say shit. Farah pulled her card and it was the ace of spades. “We were all kids back then.”
“I hear you, but worry about me after we get this bitch and everybody out of the house. Anyway, how long was she here?”
“She literally just got here before you did. She said something about wanting to talk to you, and when we said you weren’t home, Grams said she could wait for you inside.”
Farah looked at Coconut again and sighed. “Let me go see what this bitch wants.” She approached the group.
“Are you ready to tell us about what happened with Eleanor?” Della asked. “We’ve been waiting for a minute.”
“I thought I made myself clear. She wasn’t home,” Farah said. “Outside of that, there ain’t much else I can say.” She swallowed. “But give me some more time and I promise I’ll find out where she is.” Farah looked at Slade and then Coconut. “What are you doing here?”
“I have to talk to you about something, Farah. I didn’t know you had company and I tried to call, but you didn’t answer the phone, so I decided to come over.”
“We can do it in private.” Farah rushed toward the door and opened it. “Let’s talk in the hallway.”
Coconut grinned and stood up. “It was nice meeting everyone.” She followed her into the hallway.
When the door was closed Farah asked, “What are you doing here?”
“I can’t stop thinking about the baby shower yesterday, and I’m so sorry about everything that happened between us, Farah. I heard about Rhonda’s baby, and I know for a fact it wasn’t your fault. Not only that, word on the street is that somebody is holding Chloe for ransom. During times like these you need friends, and that’s why I’m here. To offer my support.”
Why is your skin so clear? Farah desired skin like hers. “Coconut, cut the shit. What do you really want?”
“I just told you. I know you’re dealing with a lot alone, and I don’t want you to go through it by yourself.” Coconut grabbed Farah’s hands. “I miss you. I really do.”
Farah knew something was off, but with everything going on, she couldn’t lie; having someone in her corner outside of her siblings didn’t sound like a bad idea.
“Let’s do this,” Coconut said. “Come over my house later on tonight so we can talk.”
“How I know you not here for Shannon? Or to get in my
“You hit him with your car?” She gripped her by her arms and pulled her closer. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“What’s the big deal?”
“Farah, if someone examines that car, his DNA will be all over it. It’s gonna lead right back to you.”
She shrugged her off. “Well, that’s not going to happen.”
“How the fuck do you know?” Mia sighed.
“I just know, but that’s not what I wanted to tell you. Earlier, when I left to find Eleanor and the kid handed me the picture, Della was behind me. She almost saw it.” She started trembling. “If she would’ve seen that shit, I wouldn’t be here right now!”
“That’s why she was acting so weird when she came back inside.” She looked at Farah’s hands. “Where is the picture now?”
“In the trunk of my car,” Farah said. “I haven’t had a chance to get rid of it.” She used an even lower voice.
Mia felt her stomach swell. “Farah, don’t get me wrong. I understand you having to kill him when he showed up here, but why would you run into him and try to kill him when it was your fault?” She paused. “You got me worried about you.”
“Worried about me?” Farah laughed. “I’m the one who didn’t like violence, remember?” She pointed at herself. “I’m the one who wanted to live and love, but everybody in the house wouldn’t allow me to. If anything, I’m a product of the shit that went on with Brownie as our mother.”
Mia couldn’t say shit. Farah pulled her card and it was the ace of spades. “We were all kids back then.”
“I hear you, but worry about me after we get this bitch and everybody out of the house. Anyway, how long was she here?”
“She literally just got here before you did. She said something about wanting to talk to you, and when we said you weren’t home, Grams said she could wait for you inside.”
Farah looked at Coconut again and sighed. “Let me go see what this bitch wants.” She approached the group.
“Are you ready to tell us about what happened with Eleanor?” Della asked. “We’ve been waiting for a minute.”
“I thought I made myself clear. She wasn’t home,” Farah said. “Outside of that, there ain’t much else I can say.” She swallowed. “But give me some more time and I promise I’ll find out where she is.” Farah looked at Slade and then Coconut. “What are you doing here?”
“I have to talk to you about something, Farah. I didn’t know you had company and I tried to call, but you didn’t answer the phone, so I decided to come over.”
“We can do it in private.” Farah rushed toward the door and opened it. “Let’s talk in the hallway.”
Coconut grinned and stood up. “It was nice meeting everyone.” She followed her into the hallway.
When the door was closed Farah asked, “What are you doing here?”
“I can’t stop thinking about the baby shower yesterday, and I’m so sorry about everything that happened between us, Farah. I heard about Rhonda’s baby, and I know for a fact it wasn’t your fault. Not only that, word on the street is that somebody is holding Chloe for ransom. During times like these you need friends, and that’s why I’m here. To offer my support.”
Why is your skin so clear? Farah desired skin like hers. “Coconut, cut the shit. What do you really want?”
“I just told you. I know you’re dealing with a lot alone, and I don’t want you to go through it by yourself.” Coconut grabbed Farah’s hands. “I miss you. I really do.”
Farah knew something was off, but with everything going on, she couldn’t lie; having someone in her corner outside of her siblings didn’t sound like a bad idea.
“Let’s do this,” Coconut said. “Come over my house later on tonight so we can talk.”
“How I know you not here for Shannon? Or to get in my
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