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I started to turn around, but I kept going cause the traffic from the accident was so bad. I got to the credit union and there was a line in the drive thru and in the building so I was getting irritated. By the time I got my money, Shay’s rash cream and got to mama’s house it was just starting to get dark. Mama had kept me over there talking about her and Detrick which was no surprise to me. I didn’t care for dude, but he made her happy so whatever. I got home, and hopped in the shower, I put on a nice button- down and a pair of slacks. I knew I was running late on time so I had called Ms. Wanda to cook us some soul food. I hated going over her since Rob had moved out, but I had no choice. I knocked on the door loud because she was playing Bobby Womack. She answered the door in a short leopard print night gown, and had her hair in a matching scarf.
“Come on in suga I’m putting everything in pans right now. “
Damn, I was hoping she would be done. I shook my head and followed her into the house.
The smell of cabbage, macaroni, potato salad, and fried chicken invaded my nostrils, and I was already hungry. I sat down on the couch and she sashayed into the kitchen. I could hear her singing along to the music, and I can’t lie I was vibing too.
“Come on boo, it’s ready!!”
I handed her $100 for her trouble, and stacked the pans on top of each other. She held the door open for me as I walked out with my hands full.
“Thank you so much cause I never would’ve had the time to do all this.”
“You welcome baby, and if you ever need anything, and I do mean anything, I am here for you.”
I shook my head laughing, and she added, “I’m serious as a heart attack. You want a young girl, bi I’m the one that you ain’t gotta teach nothing to.”
She bent down and vibrated her ass cheeks in front of me causing her night gown to raise up. Now yall know she ain’t have no panties on, and I can’t lie the kitty was lookin fat, but I wasn’t bout to fuck with her married or not, she was my boys mama, and that was a line I could never cross.
“Ms. Wanda will you move your freaky ass out the way,” I said laughing.
She moved out of the way, and as I passed her she grabbed my dick. I looked back, “Girl you better stop cause I will put ya old ass on a ventilator.”
“Whatever nigga you better ask about Ms. Wanda, I’m internationally known!”
I laughed at her crazy ass and walked on to the parking lot. When I got home I carefully put the food in our china set mama had gave us at our reception. Everything was perfect. I smelled good, the candles were lit, and Luther was playing. I called Navette to see where she was, but I got no answer. I grabbed one of the chicken legs, and turned on ESPN to kill time. I had watched an entire show, and she still was not home. My phone read 9:08 so I called again, and went straight to voicemail. I was getting mad now. I started pacing around the house making sure I had everything perfect, and then I checked my watch again. At 9:45 I was about to wrap the food up, when I saw headlights. I glanced out the living room window, and Navette was pulling up. I popped the chicken in the microwave since it was the only thing that was cold, and I opened the bottle of Moscato that I had chilling in the wine bucket. I smiled when I heard keys in the door.
