And The Heart Grows Fonder

And The Heart Grows Fonder Part 12

CHAPTER 11

Kelly felt the sour face Elyzabel had on after learning Audrianna had cancelled on her was so cute. He patted her on the shoulder to get her attention, leaned in and gave her a soft, comforting, long kiss that was cut short by the quiet ding from Kelly's inside jacket pocket.

They were over getting it on hot and heavy and were back in clean clothes, sitting at the kitchen table to share some coffee and some cool quiet. Their youngest, Shanaia, was at the sitter's.

He flashed the screen to Elyzabel, his voice deep. "Yo! Work." He nodded to the bedroom and she waved him off with a smile.

Kelly closed the door behind him. Yeah! That's what's up. One kiss from him and she was solid. And that's how a man handles his biz.

"Yo! Half-white, what you up to, man?"

"Just chillin', what's up with you, homie?" Kelly responded.

"Man, I got some A-class shit goin' on with me right here. Got to lay off that Mexicana, got a case comin' up in Cali, man. Gotta keep it clean and the clock starts now."

Kelly smiled knowing full well his friend Complex would not be able to keep himself steady on that mark. "If anyone can lock off that shit..." He let the sentence drop and they both laughed.

"It's dem federalies, bro, damn bitches lookin' at me for one of them snitches."

Kelly brought his right foot up to rest on the edge of the long, rectangular wooden chest at the base of the bed that had decorative engraving on the flat cover. He rested the elbow with the phone on his raised knee as if his homie was right with him and he was leaning in to pay closer attention to the convo.

"I'm out of oil, bro."

Kelly smiled.

"I need some pure olive oil set to deep fry some collard greens soon, boy."

"What you lookin' at, man?"

"'Bout a twelve gallon--"

Kelly released a slow whistle. "That a shit load of collard greens you got there, b'yoi."

The voice on the other line snickered.

"I could wing it if you don't mind the wait. Give me a week."

"You're on notice. On the regular."

"Word, I'm on."

"Later, homie."

"Right back at yuh, slick." With that, Kelly hung up.

Hmm. Twelve gallons of pure, liquid reefer. The absolutely wealthy were lapping it up like it was Coca Cola. He would hit up Audrianna on that, the pure stuff was her department. With that thought, Kelly pocketed his cell and made his way back to the living room.