CHAPTER SEVENShonda sat on the couch with her cordless telephone cradled to her ear by her shoulder. Her foot was propped up on the edge of the coffee table and she was painting her toenails red. At the time, she was dressed in leggings and gossiping on the jack with her homegirl, Asia. Marquise was sitting on the floor Indian-style watching his favorite cartoon, Paw Patrol.
“b***h, you are f*****g lying to me right now. No, that nigga didn’t.” A surprised look came over her face and she stabbed the tiny brush into the small glass jar of toenail polish. She was shocked to hear the news that her friend delivered. “You know what? I’m not even surprised that Melvin’s ass likes d**k. I told you I caught ‘em looking at that flaming cashier at Walmart, like he wanted a piece of his lil’ ass. Wh
