Back home, I cleaned up my already clean house to avoid thinking about our final goodbye. As I was scrubbing the floor, the doorbell rang. Despite my swollen eyes and wet shorts, I opened the door to see Danita and her kids.
“I was in the neighborhood picking up the kids from their Dad’s when I saw your car,” she said as Devon and Nia rushed into my living room and turned on my TV. My angel of mercy bore food and beverages. I guess she knew firsthand that ending a relationship is better with beer and pizza.
“I remembered you were going to Greensboro this weekend and I figured you might need someone to talk to. The kids have already eaten so this is just for us,” she said, heading for the kitchen.
“Don’t go in there. I just mopped and waxed the floor.”
“You waxed this small ass floor. Y
