“Maybe you’re right. I’ll just have to live with it.”
“Were you gonna call me today?”
“No....uh...well I thought about it.”
“You glad I called you?”
“Yes.”
“Why’s that? Why you glad I called you?”
“I...I....don’t know...it’s just that....I don’t know, Darnell. I don’t.”
“Yeah you do. You know.” There was a long pause. “We been talkin for ten minutes and I ain’t heard no affection yet.”
“Darnell, it’s over. I’m going home on Friday.”
“Here’s what I want you to do.” His voice had taken on the familiar hard edge. “I want you to go out and buy one of them little black dresses, short and tight, real tight, the kind that lets anyone who looks know you ain’t got nothin on under it. And buy a pair of black f**k-me shoes, high heel.”
“Darnell I...I’m not....”
He cut her off, “And make yo
