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moved her hand. “Corrine…”
      “I
can’t see how she could ignore you for one second.” She gripped his hand. “I
never could.” She moved her mouth to his. “No matter how hard I tried.”
    “I…” He leaned back. “…I’d better go.” He
stuttered as he got his shirt and stood.
    She anxiously grabbed the end of the
shirt. “You don’t have to.”
      He
flung his shirt on and headed out of the room, saying, “The hell I don’t.”
    Corrine called after him. “David…”
    As he left, he shot over his shoulder, “Goodnight,
Corrine.”

 

CHAPTER FIVE
    “This won’t take long.” Corrine took off
her shades and laid her purse on Valerie’s living room ottoman the next day.
“How you been?”
    “Busy.” Valerie typed on her laptop at her
computer desk. “What do you want?”
    Corrine sashayed around the room and
stopped behind Valerie’s chair. “Why I gotta want something?”
    “Let me put it this way, lil ’ sis…” Valerie flattened her hands against the
keyboard. “What are you up to?”
    “I see.” Corrine rocked on her designer
high heels. “I gotta always be up to something?”
    Valerie started typing. “Is this visit
important, or are you just bored in that big ass house in Garden Oaks?”
    Corrine leaned over and laughed. “Unlike
this big ass house here in Memorial?”
    “Look, I don’t have time for this, Corrine.”
Valerie took off her reading glasses and gestured to the computer. “Some of us
have a real job.”
    “A real job?” Corrine balled her fists to
quell the rising anger. “I’m so sick of you making jabs about my career. I’m a
TV news anchor.” She put her hand on her hip. “I make a difference with my job,
as opposed to typing on a computer all day.”
    “I’m a computer analyst for several of
Houston’s biggest corporations, Corrine.” Valerie snickered when she slipped
her glasses on. “Maybe one day I’ll have enough time to explain how my job
makes more of a difference than yours. But right now, I’m busy…”
    “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking
coming here.” Corrine yanked up her purse and headed out the door. “Bye.”
    Valerie sipped from her cup of coffee.
    “No, hold up.” Corrine stopped and turned
around. “I came here because someone needs to talk some sense into your
stubborn ass.”
    She threw her purse on the couch.
    “And that would be you?” Valerie took
another bird sip of her coffee and tossed a sarcastic glance at Corrine.
“Believe me, I don’t need my baby sister to tell me anything.”
    “You need someone to.” Corrine marched to Valerie’s desk. “I know you can’t
stand me, Val. I’m not stupid. And I know you know I didn’t come here just to
shoot the breeze.”
    She shrugged and typed.
    “What’s so pathetic is I came here because
I actually care about you, even though you hate me.”
    “Hold it.” Valerie swung her chair around
and faced her. “First off, you can knock off the innocent act. Okay, Corrine?
This is me you’re talking to. I didn’t just meet you yesterday.”
    Corrine huffed and crossed her arms as
Valerie continued, “Second, I could stand you a lot more if you weren’t such a
manipulative, conniving little heifer.” Then she swung her chair back around.
    “Hey, I admit I’m not a saint,” Corrine
said as she uncrossed her arms. “I’ve done my dirt, but I own up to it.”
    Valerie chuckled. “Yeah, when your ass
gets caught.”
    “This isn’t about me. It’s about you and
David.”
    Valerie faced her again. “Excuse me?”
    “You walk around like you’re so damn
worldly and intelligent.” Corrine glided back and forth, waving her arms. “You
always the first to give others advice about shit, and you are as blind as
Stevie Wonder when it comes to your own husband.”
    Valerie yanked her glasses off. “How the
hell are you gonna call me blind while your dumb ass is sleeping with married
men?”
    Corrine swallowed the painful comment. “I
do
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