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under the car.”
    â€œLet me check.”
    â€œAre you going to be able to change it with me sitting in here?” I yelled.
    â€œI’m not going to be able to change it at all, Bree. There’s no spare.”
    â€œWhat? It should be a spare back there.”
    â€œIt’s not under the car where it should be.”
    It was then that I remembered Kashawn taking the spare a few days earlier. “Kashawn took the damn tire from under there, but he didn’t put it back. I’m going to kill your brother when I get home.”
    â€œI’ll take you and the SUV back to the house.”
    I was getting soaked. My $300 weave was spent. “Okay, hold on. Let me grab an umbrella.”
    Deanthony opened the car door, took my hand, and helped me to the tow truck.
    My pumps were being done in by all the mud. “Kashawn’s butt is grass when I get to the house.”
    The passenger-side door of the truck squeaked when Deanthony opened it. It looked nasty and I was scared to get in the rust bucket on wheels. I slid in, praying that I wouldn’t slip and break my ass while trying to climb in the contraption. The truck reeked of motor oil and buffalo wing sauce, a scent strengthened from the Styrofoam that sat propped on top of the drink coaster. I held a finger under my nose to drown out the smell. I couldn’t stand the smell of buffalo wing sauce, not since that time I puked them up one drunken night at The Varsity with Tangela.
    I tilted the visor down to take a look at the damage that had been done. My makeup was runny and my weave was frizzed. Deanthony started laughing. “What’s so funny?”
    â€œYou. You look like a wet cat.”
    â€œThat’s cute. You know, with the crazy night I’ve had, I’m glad I could amuse you.”
    â€œMy bad, but I’ve just never seen you look—”
    â€œLook like what? A hot mess?”
    Deanthony sat chuckling with his hand over his mouth in an attempt to keep from laughing.
    â€œSo are you going to take me home or sit here laughing at me?”
    â€œOkay, okay. My bad. I’ve missed you, that’s all.”
    â€œDon’t do this, Deanthony.”
    â€œWhy won’t you return my phone calls?”
    â€œYou know why,” I said, smearing Passion Plum lipstick across my bottom lip.
    â€œYvonne isn’t going to say anything. She promised.”
    â€œYou sure about that? ’Cause ever since then, she looks at me like she wants to rip my throat out every time she sees me.”
    â€œDon’t trip about my nosey cousin. I’ll take care of her.”
    â€œIt’s not just that. I’m married to Kashawn. I can’t risk him finding out about us.”
    â€œLet’s get out of here.”
    â€œI’m ready to go, but you keep talking my ear off.”
    â€œI mean out of Tallahassee. I know some guys who are working in the movie business in L.A., Bree. You should come with me.”
    â€œYou didn’t hear a word I just said, did you? I can’t.”
    â€œWhat the hell does Kashawn have that I don’t?”
    â€œIt’s not that, but—”
    â€œDo you love him?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œAnswer the question. Do you love him?”
    â€œYes. Yes, I love Kashawn.”
    â€œOh, I get it. He’s the brains and the money, and I got the body and the dick size.”
    â€œStop it.”
    As Deanthony rambled on, my cell rang. I looked at Deanthony like he was a disobedient child.
    â€œHey.”
    â€œDid he get there yet?” Kashawn asked.
    â€œYeah, I’m on my way home now.”
    â€œWhat’s up, bro!” Deanthony yelled.
    â€œDid he change the tire?”
    â€œNo, because you forgot to put the spare back under the car.”
    â€œDamn, baby, my bad. I must have forgotten.”
    â€œJust forget it. We’ll talk about it when I get home,” I said. I hung up and stared at Deanthony.
    He started up