During yet another very dry and bleak holiday season, Simone Evans, a high school English teacher, finds herself in the most unlikely friendship with Jordan Jackson- an ex con.
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"My God," Tiffany tiredly walked towards her L shaped couch with three wine glasses and a bottle of unopened Chardonnay under her arm. Her usually slicked back bun was now gone, having her dense kinky curls out in a very misshapen fro, and she'd changed into a pair of pajama pants and a hoodie with the name of her private school in big bold letters across the chest.
"Was it that hard to get them to go to sleep?" Simone let out a little laugh.
"You don't even know. Who the fuck told me to have three kids all a year and some change apart?" She shook her head. "I didn't think this through at all."
"I can just imagine how hard it's been without the extra help anymore. They was on ten all day," Simone took three glasses from her so she wouldn't drop any of them while she sat down.
Tiffany sat down on the edge of the couch and poured the wine into the glasses.
"I know right. Where the hell they get all that energy from?" Tiffany's sister added like she wasn't the reason they crashed after having a high energy sugar rush.
"Don't even start with me Mel," Tiffany narrowed her eyes at her little sister. "I told you not to bring they asses any candy, and what did you do? Bring them over a big ass bag of it anyway."
"I promised Tiana I would the next time I come over here," Mel defended her actions.
"Now you know that girl be tryna bribe candy outta everybody. And that's exactly why I don't give it to her. Sugar makes her act like a lil crack head, running around my damn house like it's a playground."
"Well how the hell was I supposed to know they'd finish it all today?"
"You know how kids are. Why the hell would you give them the whole ass bag in the first place?"
"Anyway," Simone changed the subject, wanting to bring the topic of discussion back to her situation. "What am I supposed to do about Jordan?" She held here wine glass tight in her hands.
"Have you talked to him at all today?" Mel asked, equally as curious about this mystery man as Tiffany was.
"Not since I came over here," she shook her head. "He texted me, but I haven't responded. I— I don't even know if I want him coming over here tomorrow," she admitted.
"Well Greg is a cop," Tiffany shrugged, talking about her ex-husband. "If anything goes wrong, he'll handle it."
"That's not what I mean."
"Then what is it?" She looked up from her half empty wine glass.
"I mean like... how the fuck am I supposed to bring up his situation?" Simone whispered. "Cause it's clear he wasn't gonna tell me on his own."
"I wish I had answers for you, I really do," Tiffany started. "But I don't know babe."
"You gotta be the one to bring it up," Mel said from behind her glass. "I think you should just rip it off like band-aid and confront him about it."
