Sheisty by T.N. Baker Page B
Authors: T.N. Baker
Tags: Fiction, General, Action & Adventure, Domestic Fiction, African American women, N.Y.), Urban Life, Queens (New York, African American Women - New York (State) - New York, Inner Cities - New York (State) - New York, Prostitutes - New York (State) - New York
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jumpsuit because it hugs the hell out of my curves and with the chinchilla fur jacket that C just bought me, that shit just adds more fuel to my fire.
Business must have picked up for him because he's definitely splurging again. Since we been back together, he's been handling a lot of business over the phone and spending every night in my bed. I haven't picked up my phones or checked my answering machine that reads "full" in days. There's been no need to, I had what I wanted right here.
I grabbed the phone and called up Walk That Walk Salon to speak to Ardie ( girlfriend knows he can do some hair) to see if he would squeeze me in his morning schedule, which I'm sure, was already tight. After he cursed me out for missing my last appointment three months ago, he agreed by saying, "You better not be late."
I hated driving all the way to Harlem to get my hair done, but it was worth it. I got up, threw on some clothes and set off the automatic starter on my car so it could warm up because it was cold outside. I walked into the bedroom and woke up C- God to let him know I was on my way to my hair appointment.
I know he probably would use that as an opportunity to go take care of some business. I kissed his lips and told him I'd see him later.
When I arrived at the salon, Ardie snatched me up as soon as I signed in and started my wash. I told him I wanted something a little different then my usual.
"Miss Thing, I know you ain't trying to cut all this pretty hair."
"No I don't want to cut it, but maybe add some color."
"Oh, 'cause I was fixin' to say girl, I'll cut the hell out of it.
Humph, you'll still be a diva either way, but don't worry girl I got you," he said.
I wasn't worried because Ardie was the best and three hours later, a few shades lighter and a couple of streaks; I was definitely feeling fierce. I even tipped girlfriend $50 which was a stretch from the usual $15. I felt too cute to go home, just yet, so I headed to Macy's on 34th to do a little shopping.
I reached home a little after six and called C on his cell to let him know that I was home. Then I decided to check the messages on my cell and answering machine. Most of my calls were from Keisha. She was calling to see if I was okay, because she hadn't heard from me. There were also two messages from my Dad calling to tell me and remind me about the big bash he's throwing for my Mom's 40th birthday, which was tomorrow.
Oh shit! I forgot all about her birthday, I spoke to her after we had that argument, but that was over a month ago. I quickly dialed my father's cell phone and gave him a song and dance about how I'm working as a customer service rep for a cellular phone company and my hours have been hectic. That's why I took so long to get back to him, but I will be there and if he needs me to bring anything just let me know.
Daddy always seems to fall for whatever I told him, but not this time. I sensed some real anger in his voice.
"I know you're grown, but your mother and I feel you should come around or call more often then you do. I've been calling you for damn near three weeks and you're just getting back to me. Anything could have been wrong Epee. This shit has to stop.
The only time we hear from you is when you need something and since that job is keeping you so busy, let him pay your car note and your rent from now on. I'll see you at the party." Click .
A dial tone was all I heard.
I can't believe he just said that to me. Shit, I don't need him or his money and what he don't know is any job I'm fucking with is paying my bills. Daddy's check goes straight to the bank. Shit, that's one thing Mommy did do right. She ain't raise no fool. She always told me to get it while the getting is good, so when it stops, I'll have. And, that's exactly what I do. I deposit the check daddy gives me every month in the bank. Then, when it clears I withdraw it and put it in my safety deposit box. Keisha put me onto the safety deposits because if you have more
Business must have picked up for him because he's definitely splurging again. Since we been back together, he's been handling a lot of business over the phone and spending every night in my bed. I haven't picked up my phones or checked my answering machine that reads "full" in days. There's been no need to, I had what I wanted right here.
I grabbed the phone and called up Walk That Walk Salon to speak to Ardie ( girlfriend knows he can do some hair) to see if he would squeeze me in his morning schedule, which I'm sure, was already tight. After he cursed me out for missing my last appointment three months ago, he agreed by saying, "You better not be late."
I hated driving all the way to Harlem to get my hair done, but it was worth it. I got up, threw on some clothes and set off the automatic starter on my car so it could warm up because it was cold outside. I walked into the bedroom and woke up C- God to let him know I was on my way to my hair appointment.
I know he probably would use that as an opportunity to go take care of some business. I kissed his lips and told him I'd see him later.
When I arrived at the salon, Ardie snatched me up as soon as I signed in and started my wash. I told him I wanted something a little different then my usual.
"Miss Thing, I know you ain't trying to cut all this pretty hair."
"No I don't want to cut it, but maybe add some color."
"Oh, 'cause I was fixin' to say girl, I'll cut the hell out of it.
Humph, you'll still be a diva either way, but don't worry girl I got you," he said.
I wasn't worried because Ardie was the best and three hours later, a few shades lighter and a couple of streaks; I was definitely feeling fierce. I even tipped girlfriend $50 which was a stretch from the usual $15. I felt too cute to go home, just yet, so I headed to Macy's on 34th to do a little shopping.
I reached home a little after six and called C on his cell to let him know that I was home. Then I decided to check the messages on my cell and answering machine. Most of my calls were from Keisha. She was calling to see if I was okay, because she hadn't heard from me. There were also two messages from my Dad calling to tell me and remind me about the big bash he's throwing for my Mom's 40th birthday, which was tomorrow.
Oh shit! I forgot all about her birthday, I spoke to her after we had that argument, but that was over a month ago. I quickly dialed my father's cell phone and gave him a song and dance about how I'm working as a customer service rep for a cellular phone company and my hours have been hectic. That's why I took so long to get back to him, but I will be there and if he needs me to bring anything just let me know.
Daddy always seems to fall for whatever I told him, but not this time. I sensed some real anger in his voice.
"I know you're grown, but your mother and I feel you should come around or call more often then you do. I've been calling you for damn near three weeks and you're just getting back to me. Anything could have been wrong Epee. This shit has to stop.
The only time we hear from you is when you need something and since that job is keeping you so busy, let him pay your car note and your rent from now on. I'll see you at the party." Click .
A dial tone was all I heard.
I can't believe he just said that to me. Shit, I don't need him or his money and what he don't know is any job I'm fucking with is paying my bills. Daddy's check goes straight to the bank. Shit, that's one thing Mommy did do right. She ain't raise no fool. She always told me to get it while the getting is good, so when it stops, I'll have. And, that's exactly what I do. I deposit the check daddy gives me every month in the bank. Then, when it clears I withdraw it and put it in my safety deposit box. Keisha put me onto the safety deposits because if you have more
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