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tried to beat me and Ma’s ass.”
    Everybody was astounded.   “She what ?”
Tony asked.   “She put her hands on
Jenay?”
    “You’re lying, Ash,” Donald said.
    “For real though,” Ashley said.   “Look at my hair, if you don’t believe
me.   She dragged me across her little
front porch and knocked down Ma and tried to drag her too.”
    Tony stood erect.   “Is Ma alright?” he asked.
    “She’s alright,” Ashley said.   “And so am I, Tone, even though I know you
aren’t going to ask.”
    “Gilda dragged Ma?” Donald asked,
still astonished.
    “She tried to,” Ashley responded.
    Even Robert had stopped strolling for
messages on his cell phone and was listening too.   “What’s wrong with that lady?” he asked.   “Wait till Dad hears about this.   He won’t beat a girl, but he’s going to beat
Gilda’s ass when he finds out she touched Ma.”
    “Dad was there,” Ashley said, and
everybody looked at her.   “He almost
threw that woman off the porch getting her off of Ma.   You should have seen him.   He was red hot, you hear me?   He told me to get my black ass back home,
which I have done, and he’s personally driving Ma home as I speak.”
    Tony looked at Ashley
doubtfully.   “Dad, our father, told you
to get your black ass back home?”
Tony had suspicion in his eyes.   “Somehow
I rather doubt Dad used that terminology.”
    “He didn’t,” Robert said, as he
returned his attention back to his cell phone messages.   “Ash is just being the drama queen as usual.”
    “Okay,” Ashley admitted, “he didn’t
say black.   But so what?   He told me to get my ass back home.   What’s the difference?”
    “There is no difference,” Donald
agreed.   “But you see what I mean?   They major in the minor things of life and
still think they’re so smart.”
    “You really have a complex about our
intellect, little brother,” Tony said.   “You really ought to have that checked.”
    Robert grinned.
    “You really ought to go play with
yourself, big brother,” Donald replied, and Ashley laughed.
    “But for real though,” Ashley then
said to Donald.   “Where were you?”
      “I was with Gilda,” Donald admitted.   “At least I was until this morning when I was barely awake and she
wanted some more.   I couldn’t take it
anymore.   My johnson couldn’t take it
anymore.   That woman wears me out, I’m
telling you!”
    Ashley laughed, and so did Tony and
Robert.
    “I’m serious,” Donald said
seriously.   “At first it was
exciting.   I could play hooky from work
for a few days and just hang out with this nympho.   This world class nympho.   But that gets stale real quick when it’s day
in and day out all the time twenty-four-seven no time to breathe or shit or do
anything else!”
    They all laughed.
    “I had to get my white ass away from there,” Donald added.
    Tony and Robert looked at each other
and rolled their eyes.   “Now he’s
channeling drama queen Ashley, of all people,” Robert said.   “What is this world coming to?”
    Donald looked up when he heard a door
slam outside and saw his father’s big truck through the bay window across the
room.   Charles had gotten out and was
walking toward the passenger side.   “Dad
just drove up,” Donald said.   Since he
and Ashley were the only two standing on the opposite side of the island, she
looked too.   “With Mom,” Donald added
when Charles opened the passenger door and Jenay stepped out.
    “Does he look angry?” Robert asked
without bothering to look behind him.
    Donald looked at his brother.   “When does Dad not look angry?” he asked.
    “When he’s with one of his three
favorite children,” Tony said.
    “Three?” Ashley asked.   “What three?   I know Carly is his favorite, and little Bonita.   But who’s number three?”
    Robert looked at her as if she had
lost her mind.   “Think, child.   Think.”
    “Stop asking her to do something that
is