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After he left, I just sat there and stared at my sister.
“What?” she asked, when she finally felt my eyes on her.
“Girl, you got that man twisting your hair?”
She shrugged. “He offered to do it a few months back, and now we take turns. He loves it.”
“No, he loves you, and you’ve got him sprung! Ooooo, Angie!”
She smiled. “I really do, huh? But you can’t talk. Up in that big old mansion, getting driven to work. You say he cooks for you, and I heard your ass be getting flowers delivered to you like every other day. Expensive ones, too.”
“Janine?”
“Girl, yeah. I ran into her at the Smoothie Hut the other day, and she was just talking all over herself about your mystery man in a suit, and how you were in your office making sex sounds a few months back, and how you keep arriving at work in chauffeur-driven cars, and of course, she mentioned the flowers.”
“She was trying to get some information from you. Did you give her any?”
“No, I didn’t share what little I knew about you and Lorenzo…but I am wondering why you haven’t told her anything? You scared she’ll tell Robert and he’ll start acting up again?”
“No. I think maybe I just enjoy having a little mystery surrounding our relationship, and at first, I really didn’t feel like being judged for moving on so quickly after my divorce was final, but I think I’m gonna go ahead and tell her before she has an aneurysm or something.”
Angie giggled. “Please do.”
“Where’s Nicky? She’s usually late, but not this late,” I said.
Angie frowned. “I know. You think she forgot we were meeting here and went to Mama’s?”
I shrugged. “Let me call her.”
“Hello?” Nicky answered, sounding awkward.
“Nicky? Where are you? We’re waiting on you.”
“Renee? Was that tonight?”
“You know it’s me, and yes, that’s tonight.”
“Oh, wow. I’m so sorry. Give Angela my apologies, too. Travis and I are hosting a dinner party tonight. We’re having some of his colleagues over and—oh, Travvie needs me. Gotta go. Talk later? Bye.”
I held the phone and stared at Angie. “I don’t know what just happened or who the hell that was on the phone, but she did not sound like Nicole Lisette Strickland.”
Angie frowned. “Huh? Did you dial the wrong number?”
“No.”
“That was Nicky you were talking to?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Well, what’d she say?”
I rehashed our conversation to Angie, to which she replied, “Maybe she’s just trying to grow up. Maybe that’s what her acting like an adult sounds like.”
I shook my head. “She sounded weird, Ang, like some stilted white girl. It was like she was putting on a show.”
Angie seemed to think on it for a second, and said, “That might be true, too. She’s been in overdrive trying to get a husband since me and Ryan got married. Maybe she’s putting on a show to reel Travis in.”
“Maybe…but how is that gonna work? Pretending to be someone else in order to get married? Won’t she have to keep up the act in order to stay married?”
