Chapter 12
“You need a drink,” Brie said, opening her kitchen cabinet, taking out a half-full bottle of Hennessy.
“You still have that?”
“Whatchu think? Think I been sittin’ around here drinkin’ this all day? I ain’t got time for that. I got a mouth to feed,” she said, pouring the drink into two small cups.
“Where’s your son?” Nia asked.
“He sleep,” Brie said.
“Well, I am so done,” Nia said, shaking her head. She picked up the glass and sipped the caramel-colored liquor. She held a hand over her mouth.
She checked her phone. “Three missed calls. He needs to just go away. I’m gonna unfriend his ass too. I don’t need to see any damn baby pics,” she said. She scrolled through to her list of friends. No Jackass there. She found a picture that she had posted last Sunday and thumbed throu
