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for guests. I pulled the container out of the cabinet, placing two teaspoons in a mug, then I added some water and put the mug in the microwave for one and a half minutes. During that time, I went to check on Daniel. When I reached the living room I noticed he was knocked out. I was jealous. It was always so easy for him to get to sleep, and stay asleep. Shaking my head, I walked over to my linen closet, fishing out a blanket. I took it back to the couch and covered him with it. I then turned out all the lights, taking my weary self to bed for what little time I had left.
    Despite being bone tired, I was still excited about my trip. Nothing, or no one, was going to ruin that for me. I got ready, packing the few items I still needed for my trip. I had scheduled a cab the night before, and it was supposed to arrive in fifteen minutes. I carried my knapsack and carry-on bag to the foyer, leaving them by the front door. Then I walked into the living room to get Daniel up. He looked horrible, and he still smelled of tequila.
    â€œWake up, Daniel,” I said, gently tapping him on the shoulder.
    He slowly began to stir. “What’s up?” he uttered, looking dazed and confused.
    â€œYou don’t remember?”
    â€œRemember what?”
    I glanced at my watch, knowing that the cab would be arriving in ten short minutes. I needed to get Daniel out of my place so I could lock up. “Long story short, you showed up at my door drunk as a skunk crying about how you lost your job. Then you fell asleep.”
    He sat up slowly, clearly hungover. “Damn, I don’t even know how I got here.”
    â€œI’m guessing you drove yourself. Not smart, by the way,” I said, glancing at my watch, trying not to seem impatient. I actually felt bad for him about the whole job situation.
    Daniel looked as if a lightbulb had turned on. “You’re up early. Going somewhere?”
    â€œActually, I am. And I really need to be outside when this cab shows up.”
    â€œWhere are you going?” he asked nosily.
    â€œAway for the weekend,” I replied.
    â€œThat’s not what I asked you.”
    So much for feeling sorry for him.
    â€œWell, that’s all the response you’re going to get.” My patience was really starting to wear thin.
    â€œOh, so you can’t tell me where you’re going now? You must be going away with some nigga. That’s why you won’t tell me.”
    I hated when he used that word. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was running out of time, I would have let this war of words continue, being one to not back down from a verbal fight. As it stood, my home phone rang. It was the cabdriver, letting me know he was out front. I quickly squashed what could have potentially become a huge argument.
    â€œWe’re not together anymore, Daniel, so who I spend time with is really none of your concern. But since you’re being so nosy, I’m going to Tybee Island for the weekend with Shell. We’re going to the Savannah Black Heritage Festival. That was my cab calling, so you need to go. Now.”
    Slowly, he rose up from the couch, and I ushered him toward the front door. “Wow, I’m surprised that nigga of hers actually let her out of lockdown,” he said, venom in his tone.
    He had no clue what was going on with Shell or her broken marriage, and I wasn’t about to share. Not taking him on, I grabbed my bags, secured my house alarm, and locked the door behind me. The cabdriver was already standing outside of his vehicle. He grabbed my carry-on, placing it in the trunk.
    Turning briefly to Daniel, I said, “Bye,” then climbed into the backseat of the cab as he stood there, a look of frustration on his face.
    The cab arrived at Delta’s terminal in no time flat, and I quickly made it through security with plenty of time to spare. I was glad when the gate agent called for general boarding because my eyelids were beyond