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incertitude- the state of uncertainty or hesitation

I listened to the soft sounds of Sade flow through my apartment as the events of last night played through my mind. The only word that kept seeming to pop up was DAMAGE.

What had this Whitney person meant by the words she had let slip from her lips.

I rolled over on my side and looked at the card that lied on my bedside table with her name and number on it. I picked it up and stared at it. Why would I call someone I don't even know. I threw the card down and looked at the picture that held a beautifully shot picture of my best friend and I.

I took that as a sign to call her so that I could get my mind off of this weird shit that kept resurfacing in my mind. As I waited for her to answer my call, I got up and walked to my kitchen looking for something to cook up before I had to got to work.

"Hey Fatty!" Mariah yelled into the phone as I pulled it away from my ear and put her on speaker.

"What you doing right now? Let's go downtown," I said quickly while closing my cabinets and walking back to my room to find something to wear. I'll pick something up to eat while we're out.

"I have to bring a friend along with me," she said. I could hear her fidgeting but I didn't care. I just needed someone to get out of the house with.

"That's fine, I just need to be back before eight so that I can get ready for work."

"Jay, now we done talked about this. You working at that club isn't safe. I don't wanna hear you got hurt because one of them dirty ass men couldn't keep their perverted hands to themselves. I thought you quit since the last time I got in your ass about this." I sighed as she continued to run her mouth about the same old bullshit while looking through my clothes.

"Look, we have already talked about this numerous times. I don't know why you keep wasting your breath trying to get me to listen to you. I can take care of myself and I have for the last three years working there. Nothing has happened to me and stripping is able to pay the bills easily. Now, I called you to see if you'd come out with me because I don't want to be alone, but if this is all you're gonna talk about, you can leave your bougie ass at home."

I heard her sigh as I finally decided on wearing a cropped black turtle neck and black jeans. I didn't care for anyone's opinion about me working where I was and she knew that, so why she kept pressing the issue baffled me.

"Fine, I'll be outside your building in an hour."

"Love you too, whore." I blew her kiss and hung up. I hopped in the shower as I heard my music change from Sade's sensual sounds to Anita Baker's You Bring Me Joy as it flowed through my house. I harmonized with her as I continued to wash my body and proceed to get dressed.

Exactly an hour later, Mariah was here like she said waiting in her car with the windows down.

"Let's go bitch, my friend will be waiting there for us at La Ribera. I know your ass is hungry."