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KATYA ROSALYN TOKEN (kuh•tee•yuh)
"What I look like going to that nigga funeral and smiling in his wife face like I won't fucking her nigga. Shit sound lame as hell." Charmell rambled to me and Lesley, crimping her purple inches with tears in her eyes. "I shoulda left his ass alone fa'real, I don't know what I was thinking. I felt dirty about it but I feel worse now that he's dead. She been giving me the stank eye all week."
"I wonder who killed him." Lesley thought out loud, looking between me and Mell as the three of us sat in the empty dressing area. "And what for because how you let Darius make you mad? Nigga probably can't even count to 100."
"You going to the funeral tomorrow?" I looked up at her, grabbing the blunt from the cluttered table alongside the black Bic lighter. I took a seat in the cool chair, trying to calm my nerves enough to the point that they weren't visible. "I don't wanna go by myself."
"Bitch it's just a funeral, all you gotta do is pay your respects and leave. Ain't like it's gon' be full, hardly anybody liked his ass and you could always bring Kiyomi with you."
"Kiyomi too busy running behind Sidney, I can't even catch her for five minutes to ask her to come with me."
"He eating ass, I'on blame her."
"Kitty" —Looking over at the doorway once I heard the small voice enter the room after calling my name, I looked Darius' wife over.
Her low eyes and the bags under them basically being all telling to the type of week she was having. "Yeah?"
Husband got killed and you eight months pregnant? It's some strong ass women out here and I am not one of em!
"You got a dance in fifteen, blue room." She kept things short, putting her focus on Lesley and Charmell. "Y'all doing okay?" —Her stare lingered on Mell for a while, which was completely impossible for my nosey ass not to catch.
"Making it, how's the funeral coming along?" Lesley asked while looking back at her and pausing her makeup routine.
"Just fine, I hope to see all three of you there tomorrow."
"I don't know if I can make it, Porsha." Charmell looked at her through the mirror, the tension between the two kinda unnoticeable. "I send all the regards I have, though."
Rubbing over her baby bump, Porsha held a smile. "Aw, I really was hoping that you could make it. You know.. being that the two of you were closer than he was with the other girls." —Charmell paused from doing her hair in response, going quiet.
