Cindy sounded pensive, but not in a bad way, as she replied, “Let me think about it. Andre’s girl might be interested. And she’s a good girl, started off wrong, but this might be what she needs to get back on her feet.”
He sighed. “Isn’t she the one with the baby? That’s not…”
“Let me stop you right there, boy.”
Another sigh escaped him—it happened a lot when dealing with Cindy. She tried his patience and then some. “Whatever, just pick somebody. I can’t do my job when I’m terrified that you’re having a panic attack. Doesn’t help that I know you’re refusing to take your medicine as well.”
El tutted. “My, Cindy, you are a bad girl.”
Rather than piss her off, El’s reprimand seemed to amuse Cindy. Well, that was if her laughter was anything to go by.
“Seems to me like it’s time for a vi
