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confused since Breanna was showing me how to do invoices on my computer.’
    ‘Other people and other families are not important,’ stressed Floyd.
    ‘So it’s not important that Breanna don’t know the truth?’
    ‘OK, Brenton. Say you have it your way and the whole damn world get to know the truth about you being Breanna’s daddy.Who’s gonna benefit? Juliet won’t, Clayton won’t and Breanna won’t.’
    ‘Yes she will,’ argued Brenton. ‘We get on really well. She comes around sometimes even when I’m not expecting her. She talks about boyfriend troubles and t’ings with her career.’
    ‘But she’s coming to see you as an uncle. You don’t know how she’s gonna react if she knows that you’re her daddy.’
    ‘It’ll be sweet.’
    ‘No, it won’t be fucking sweet!’ shouted Floyd, losing his patience. ‘It’ll be like some dirty, ghetto-arsed tramp with nuff spots on his tongue spitting in your sweet hot milo. There’ll be serious repercussions.’
    ‘She’ll be alright with it.’
    ‘No, she won’t! What’s the blasted point of you asking for my opinion on something and you never listen what I’m telling you?’
    ‘Why you always on Juliet and Clayton’s side?’ yelled Brenton.
    ‘What?’ queried Floyd. ‘I ain’t on no one’s side, apart from Breanna’s.’
    ‘Yes, you fucking are,’ Brenton continued shouting. ‘Every time I talk about this situation you side with that pussyhole Clayton and Juliet.’
    ‘Brenton, you’re chatting fuckeries.’
    ‘It’s true!’
    ‘You’re paranoid,’ accused Floyd.
    ‘Fuck you!’
    ‘Oh, that’s sweet. You ask me to come around to your yard, I bring some nice weed and all I get is a fuck-you. What do you say when you invite women over for a booty call? Give them a banana and tell dem to fuck themselves?’
    ‘For just one minute can you drop your sarcastic chat?’ Brenton began to breathe heavy. ‘Or I’ll drop it for you.’
    ‘What? And if I don’t you gonna lick me now? Grow up, man.’
    In a fit of temper Brenton threw his half-eaten carton of food to the floor. Floyd took a mighty toke of his spliff and blew the smoke towards the ceiling. Rising out of his chair, Brenton kicked the carton before disappearing into the kitchen to get something to clean the mess. Five minutes later he parked himself opposite Floyd, his face stern and his eyes blazing. ‘You can erupt all you like,’ Floyd said. ‘But I ain’t changing my mind about this.’
    ‘Fucking know all!’ Brenton fired. ‘I don’t know why I asked you to come around. You never support me anymore. Not like you used to.’
    ‘Oh, so now you’re trying to lick me with emotional blackmail . And you think ’cos I’m a bredren I have to agree with anyt’ing you do and say? Fuck that! So if you’re gonna have a tantrum ’bout it then drop it somewhere out of my eyesight.’
    Relighting his spliff, Floyd returned Brenton’s intense stare. Brenton hoovered his joint and only when he had finished it did he speak again. ‘Every time I see her and him it just pains me, you know. Makes me vex.’
    ‘But you must have got used to it by now. It’s been a long time since Clayton and Juliet first got together.’
    ‘Time don’t ease nothing,’ said Brenton.
    Floyd studied Brenton’s eyes. ‘You sure this is all about Breanna?’
    ‘What you mean?’
    ‘What you said. Seeing them together makes you erupt. You still jealous of Clayton?’
    ‘Why would I be jealous of that pussyhole?’
    Floyd tipped his ash in the ashtray. He took another pull from his spliff, his eyes fixed on Brenton. ‘Why? ’Cos he’s with Juliet and you’re not. You never got over it.’
    ‘That’s fuckery,’ Brenton countered.
    ‘Brenton? Who you think you’re chatting to? I ain’t no dumbsocial worker from the seventies. I ain’t no mate who you work with. I’ve heard how many times you get vex after you’ve seen or visited Clayton and Juliet. You rant about something