Pam's Wedding

Victor

I shouldn't be smoking at work but when you've got 20 cases sitting in front of you, and 12 more coming. It's stressful. But a good laugh always helped. Rene, the young woman that spent the night with me was in my office telling me about her fight this morning. Antono couldn't believe that Pam and I were still together.

Rene was a public defender who got her hair styled my mother. I couldn't resist her. She had a fat butt and nice breast. I liked her little tiny feet too. She was also one of the most down to earth women I knew. She wasn't looking for a husband or anything serious right now, but when she decided to take niggas serious she wouldn't have a problem. She was wife material.

"Your sister slapped the hell out of Pam. I think you should call her." She said concerned as she passed me a folder of pleas.

"Figures you wanted something." I said to her chocolate dimpled face.

"No....You said to bring them in today." She said as if I were serious. I laughed.

"It's fine Rene." I said as Antonio showed up with lunch. He was going to make a big deal about waiting in line for sandwiches, chips, and juice. Like that was so hard.

"You should have saw that fucking line. It ain't like its Popeye's downstairs." He said placing the bag on the corner of my desk.

"Really that was hard huh?" Rene teased as she looked her watch.

"Shut up. Show me what's under that hat." He said reaching for it as she headed out of my office.

"I'm going to call my sister, I got you on your hair." I said to her.

"Naw, you good. We won't do this anymore." she said flashing a big bright smile.

My phone began to ring as she closed the door behind her. I put out my cigarette as I looked into my chicken salad sandwich.

"What is this grapes?" I asked Antonio as he munched on his sandwich. He nodded. Must have been good he was choking and shit, but refusing to spit his sandwich out. I flicked my Swiss cheese off as I answered the phone.

"Victor Monroe." I said.

"Vic. I'mma kill her! She got 'em. She killed em'. I've never hated anyone in my life. But I hate this bitch." My sobbing mom cried into the phone. I sat up in my chair. I was trying to figure out who she was talking about. I mean I know I did some messed up things to Pam. Maybe she would snap, but I wouldn't think of her as a killer.

"Who's dead?" I asked concerned. "Stop crying ma'." I said feeling some sort of way about her sobs. I hadn't heard her cry this hard, EVER. I tried to console her but nothing was working. "Are you there with someone? Put them on the phone." I said trying to get to the bottom of this. I had a hearing in half hour.

"Vic, Trashy dead." My sister Marshaye said. I threw my head back in complete shock. That was messed up. I knew my mom loved her little dog. He was really cute. The lil nigga had one a few a contest for being so cute. Damn Pam, why would she kill my momma's dog? He was completely innocent. This didn't sound like something Pam would do. She breaks for squirrels. I took a deep breath.

"I'm getting off early today...For real. I'll be by...Again." I said before hanging up.

"Everything alright?" Antonio asked opening his grape juice.

"Trashy dead." I said raising my hands in total loss for words. Antonio giggled. I laughed a little.

"Your momma's dog right? This ain't one of your little hood ass cousins is it?" Antonio asked unsure.