ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON ELEVEN

Episode 117

" Saw you on the news , bro ," Keisha Duncan called out as she rang up a customer who had gotten three muffins and a large cinnamon coffee. " This case looks like bad news to me. Better watch out with all those weirdos in the courthouse. The racist creeps. And that grifter preacher. "

The customer, an old Black lady , sniffed ," I don't know about the preacher. My husband loves his podcast. He says the man makes a good point. The cops probably are railroading that poor girl. I saw that White boy. How he let a girl like her to attack him ? She's tall but skinny. Where his bruises at ? That's what I want to know. "

Keisha nodded. " Yes , ma'am , Mrs. Watkins. You and your husband enjoy the muffins. I slipped y'all an extra cinnamon bun too. Free. Of course. You was my Sunday school teacher."

Keisha winked at her , and the old woman laughed as she paid and left the cafe.

Jeremiah laughed as he stepped behind the counter to fill his travel mug with fresh coffee. " It'll be fine. None of these people intimidate me , sis. And they certainly don't intimidate Mandy. "

Keisha snorted," Screw Amanda Charm and her bougie beauty queen behind. You tell her you dating that preacher's sister? The one with the weird name? "

Jeremiah rolled his eyes. " No. Why should I? We are divorced and free to see who we each want. I'm a transman who is straight. She is a lesbian. "

" She's also a bitch. " Keisha made a face as she strode back into the kitchen, wiping her beringed hands off on her cafe apron.  " Watch the front till you got to go to the courthouse. Grab a muffin if you want. They're fresh. "

Jeremiah smiled widely as he did just that. He had missed dinner last night. Although thanks to Bliss he had had a little dessert. On his desk. On the floor. On the couch. God. He actually thought he was falling for the woman.

The front door of the cafe twinkled the entrance of a new customer. A tall thin White woman in her mid to late thirties with wild black hair and snapping black eyes walked in. She looked bougie, entitled and a little sexy.

" How can I help you, ma'am? ," he asked politely.

The woman narrowed her eyes. " I want herbal tea and do you sell any edible bugs here in this quaint little place, maybe crickets or something similar, but I also want you not to call me ma'am. My Momma is ma'am. " She smiled seductively at him. " My name is Dodie. Dodie Giadello Angeletti. What is your name, sexy ? "