encouragement.â
âHey, like you said, itâs real talk.â
âYeah, yeah, yeah. For what itâs worth, thanks for what you did tonight. Geneva had me jammed up until you called. You called right in the nick of time.â
âSave the thanks. If Iâd known you wanted me to call so you could get out the house . . .â
âMan, you trippinâ.â
Bernard huffed loudly, clearly agitated. âI asked you a few weeks ago to stop involving me in what youâre doing. I was caught off-guard tonight and pulled into some bullshit that you created. Johnny, I donât appreciate that shit, man. If you want to jump down the rabbit hole, be my guest. But donât drag my ass down there with you âcause Iâm not tryinâ to mess up what I got.â
Johnny laughed. âHold up. Now I see whatâs goinâ on . . . youâre scared youâre gonna get put on lockdown by the warden.â He could only shake his head when he thought about the weak excuse for a player that his best friend had become since heâd started dating Candace six months ago.
Bernard had always been a hard-core ladiesâ man, even when heâd been married. He was the only man Johnny knew, besides himself, who could say heâd bedded more women than heâd actually known, and that was because in many cases he didnât know the women at all. Theyâd simply been one-night stands. But Bernard had gotten sloppy at the height of an intense affair with a woman who Johnny had never thought was quite worth the risk. Bernardâs wife, Suzanne, had caught him cheating, which had happened repeatedly throughout their eleven-year marriage. But this time Suzanne had reached her limit with his constant lies, manipulation, and philandering. Bernard had given her an STD that left her infertile. She filed for divorce, took half of everything he had, and never looked back. That was five years ago.
Bernard had been going through life just fine until Candace came along. Now, in Johnnyâs mind, it seemed as though his friend constantly caved to Candaceâs demands.
âSay what you want, but Candace is the best thing that couldâve happened to me. I donât fear her, I respect her.â
âUh-huh . . . where is she right now?â
âAt the hospital; sheâs pulling a double shift. Why?â
âJust checking.â Johnny chuckled. âIâd hate to get you in trouble for talking on the phone past your bedtime.â
âMan, fuck you.â
âYou know I have to mess with you for acting all scared.â
âIâm not scared for me. Iâm scared for you, fool,â Bernard told him.
âYouâre talking to the man with the plan. Itâs all good.â
âYour plan must not be that good because youâre dragging me into it. And for the one hundredth time, I have no interest in being part of what youâre doing. Geneva is a good woman.â
Johnny reached under his seat for the box of condoms heâd placed there yesterday. He sat them on the passenger seat as he turned onto the exit ramp that would lead him to his rendezvous with Vivana. âI thought you were my boy. Youâre supposed to have my back, B.â
âYou say some childish shit. I wouldnât be talking to you like Iâm doing if I didnât have your back.â
âYou the one acting like a little girl.â
âListen, donât question my manhood or my friendship. Just because I donât want to see you mess up like I did, or be a part of it, that doesnât mean Iâm goinâ soft, or that Iâm not your boy. You know Iâm the realest cat you got in your corner. So donât come at me with some bullshit just so you can justify your own shit.â
Johnny could tell by the tone in Bernardâs voice that he was starting to get upset. Johnny had already gotten his friend caught up in a lie that Bernard