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Me: Ur still in bed? It’s 1pm. Shouldn’t u be at work?

Him: I took off today because u wore me out yesterday.

Me: All we did was talk.

Him: U talk a lot.

Me: Whatever!

Him: It’s true. Hey, I want to see u.

Me: When?

Him: Now. Let’s go grab something to eat.

Me: I’m tired of texting. Come on over.

Him: OMW

Me: Brush ur teeth and wash ur ass first. U just got up. Don’t come over here funky.

Him: I ain’t been funky a day in my life!

Me: Negro, please. Wash ur ass, Mr. Boyé!

Thirty minutes later, he stepped through my front door smelling so good, it kind of knocked me off balance.

He lowered his head and brushed a soft kiss across my lips after I closed my door. “What was that about me being funky?”

“I see you took my advice and handled that problem.”

“I don’t get funky, Angela.”

“Mm-hmm.”

He followed me to my studio/bedroom, and said, “You still working?”

I nodded. “Almost done, though.”

“Damn, I thought we could go grab a bite to eat. I’m hungry as a hostage.”

I giggled.

“What?”

“I haven’t heard that expression in a long time. Years.”

He shrugged. “That’s how hungry I am.”

I saved my progress on the laptop and turned to face him. “Okay, look, I need to check on my mom, so if you don’t mind, I need to go by to see her while we’re out.”

“Not a problem. We can grab something for her, too, if you want. What’s up? She sick or something?”

I sighed, figured I may as well tell him the truth. “No, but she kicked my dad out in front of me and my sisters at their fortieth anniversary party last Friday night.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah…”

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