Page 112 of Buy Back My Love

“Good. Take that ugly shirt with you.”

I laughed. “Keep talking. We’ll see who talking after the game.”

She laughed and carried her plate toward the living room.

I followed her out of the kitchen, then remembered the other reason I had been meaning to stop by.

“Speaking of my boy, I meant to tell you something.”

Lee sat down on the edge of the couch and looked up at me. “What?”

“Remember in New Orleans when you told me you been having trouble finding somewhere to do nails?”

Her face changed a little. “Yeah.”

“Malcom got a barbershop. He got some space in the back he ain’t doing nothing with. It ain’t fixed up, but it’s big enough for what you were talking about.”

She set her plate down. “Okay.”

“I asked him if he’d be willing to rent it out. He said if you wanna come look at it, y’all can talk.”

Lee stared at me. “You asked him about me?”

“Yeah.”

Her eyebrows went up. “For real?”

I nodded. “For real.”

She sat forward. “What about my record?”

“He don’t care. Long as you pay your rent and don’t have people fighting in his shop, he straight.”

“I won’t have people fighting.”

I looked at her.

She caught it. “What?”

“I didn't say nothing.”

“You ain’t have to.”

I shrugged. “You do have a lot going on.”

She pointed toward the pie. “See, this why your pie about to go in the trash.”

“You already ate some.”

Lee lifted one shoulder. “And?”

I laughed.

Lee picked her plate back up. “Where the shop at?”

“Off Stanton, not too far from Government. I’ll text you the address.”

“How much he want for it?”