The Next Morning
"Are you gonna talk to her now?" I asked Terren after he got out the shower. "No," he said droppong the towel. He started looking through the drawers. I sat on the bed and folded my legs. "Are you mad?" I asked. "No," he said. "Was you embarrassed?" I asked. He shook his head. "No," he said. I could tell I was irritating him. "So why won't you just go talk to her. I know her head probably fucked up."
He turned to me quickly. He looked like he wanted to slap me. "You go talk to her, Royce," he said. I shrugged. "Okay." I left him in the room and went to find Noel. "Mrs. Jackson?" I said knocking on her bedroom door. She instantly opened it.
"Can I talk to you?" I asked her. She nodded. "Of course," she said. She let me in her room and I sat in her little chair next to the bed. "Terren wanted me to make sure you were okay," I told her. She smiled, uncomfortably. "Yeah. I'm fine, Royce. Thanks for asking," she replied. "I'm sorry about what happened last night. Of course we ain't mean for you to see it. I know you was mad," I said, nervously.
She sighed. "No. I'm not mad. I knew it was gonna happen soorer or later; I was just surprised to actually see it." I nodded slowly. She nodded too. "He used a condom right?" She asked. "Yeah," I whispered. "As long as he's responsible... and I don't see it again, I'm fine," she said. I smiled. "Alright. That's good to hear," I said trying to leave the room.
"So what she say?" He asked giving me a quick kiss. "She's fine. I don't see why you couldn't talk to her. But I'm nt gon drag it out. You gon be late," I said. I grabbed my purse and followed him to the car.
