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  “Yo, I’ll check you later. Why don’t we shoot by Scandalous, that new place in Long Island City, tonight?”

  “Please. You know I can’t be seen in a place like that,” I replied. Even if I didn’t have to worry about my public image as the preacher’s son, I wasn’t in the mood to go to a strip club anyway. I didn’t mind hanging out with Shorty, but lately I’d been looking for a woman to settle down with, and a strip club isn’t exactly the kind of place you’re gonna find a woman to take home to your momma. “Yo, Shorty, why don’t you come on in?”

  Shorty never replied because a tall, voluptuous, olive-skinned woman exited the side door of the church, distracting him. She was wearing a short, black miniskirt and a tight-fitting red blouse. She was a big-boned woman with shapely thighs and a huge butt. She was what we brothers like to refer to as thick. Her name was Donna, my younger sister. Shorty had been infatuated with her for as long as I could remember. When we were younger, the two of them were actually pretty close. When Shorty couldn’t find a date to the prom, he asked Donna and she went. You should have seen their prom picture. The two of them looked like Laurel and Hardy, my sister being a good four inches taller than him, even without her heels. Still, Shorty never seemed happier than he was that night at the prom with Donna.

  “Hey, Donna.” Shorty waved his hand eagerly. Donna waved back politely then walked up to me and kissed my cheek.

  “Hey, sis, what’s up?”

  “My car’s in the shop. Can I borrow yours, pleeeease?” She gave me this sad, pleading look then turned toward the church, watching the side door nervously. She must have been afraid my mother was gonna pop out those doors and make her change her clothes. What she was wearing was pretty provocative, and I was surprised she got out the house, let alone the church, without our mother’s scrutiny. That’s when the thought hit me that she had probably just changed in my office, which she had done before, and had been waiting by the window for my return so she could borrow my car and get out of Dodge.

  “Where you going dressed like that?” I asked with brotherly concern.

  “I’m going to see my friend. We’re going to dinner at the Soul Café on Forty-second Street.” She smiled. “Why? Is there a problem?” She gave me that don’t-even-go-thereafter-everything-I’ve-done-for-you look. Donna had done everything from helping me sneak girls into our house to pretending my girlfriends were her friends so they could sneak into my room after our parents were asleep. The last thing I wanted to do now was be a hypocrite.

  “Nah, no problem.” I sighed, trying to hold back my true feelings. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, Donna. I hope you’re taking the proper precautions.”

  “Don’t worry about that, because I took them right out your dresser drawer.” Donna blushed while I didn’t even crack a smile. I hated the thought that my sister might be having sex, but she was twenty years old and there really wasn’t anything I could do about it. “So can I borrow your truck, Dante? Please! I gotta get out of here before Mommy comes out.”

  I stared at my sister, then handed her the keys to the new Lincoln Aviator truck my parents had given me as a graduation present. “Don’t you get in no accident with my car.” I loved my sister, but she was a horrible driver; that was why her car was in the shop now.

  “I won’t. I promise.” Donna smiled, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me on the cheek. “Oh, Dante, can you tell Mommy that I’m studying at Susan’s?”

  I hesitated, then thought about how many times she’d lied for me. “Yeah, sure. No problem.”

  “Thanks.” She kissed me again then waved. “Bye, Shorty.”

  “Bye, Donna.” Shorty and I watched her walk toward my car, then he turned to me with an unhappy look on his face. “She’s got a boyfriend, doesn’t she?”

  “Yep.”

  “When did this all happen?” Shorty, like myself, had never known Donna to date. Matter of fact, after the prom, he pursued Donna for over a year. For a while I thought they might even hook up for real, but for the past few years Donna had been treating him like he barely existed. Even though it hurt Shorty, as far as I was concerned, it was a good thing. Best friends and sisters shouldn’t be mixed.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess she’s been seeing him for a couple of months.”

  “What? Why didn’t you tell me?” There was obvious jealousy in his voice. That was exactly why I hadn’t told him.

  I stared at my lovesick friend. “ ’Cause it’s none of your business. You don’t go around telling me who your sister is dating.”

  Shorty rolled his eyes. “So who is this guy, anyway?”

  “I don’t know, but whoever he is, he’s got her nose wide open. She’s used up about half the condoms in my drawer.”

  I could see the disappointment in Shorty’s face and I felt sorry for him. He really liked my sister. I guess I just never knew how much until now, so I decided to try to take his mind off it.

  “Hey, man, forget about my sister. Why don’t you come on inside? The women’s choir rehearsal’s about to get out and you know they gonna have some food and some good-looking honeys down there.”

  Shorty glanced over at Deaconess Wright’s Lincoln Continental and my mother’s champagne-colored Mercedes-Benz parked in the church’s parking lot. I could tell my offer was tempting. We hadn’t eaten all day, and a lot of those church girls were hot in the ass. Still, the look in his eyes said he really wasn’t up for any drama. With my mom and Deaconess Wright around, there was sure to be some. If things went the way they usually did, Shorty would be the one who ended up getting blamed for it, too.

  “I think I’ll pass, bro.” He pointed at the two cars in the church’s reserved parking spaces. I guess he figured if he was going to deal with that, there was going to have to be a good reason, and that reason had just pulled away in my truck to see another guy. “It looks like you about to have some drama with your momma. Ain’t no need for me to stick around. I’ll just make things worse for you.”

  “Chicken. What, are you scared of my mother?” I teased.

  “Pretty much.” He nodded.

  “I thought you said I should stand up to her.”

  “I said you should stand up to her. You’re her son. Me, I’m just the guy from around the block. Only time your moms wants to see me is on Sunday morning and that’s only if I’m putting something in the collection plate.”

  I chuckled. “You know she loves you, Shorty.”

  “Yeah, like a snake loves a rat. Did you forget what she did last Saturday?” I figured that was best left unsaid, so I remained quiet. I hoped Shorty would do the same, but he continued. “Your moms got on the mike at the church bazaar and told everyone who’d listen to hold on to their daughters ’cause Satan just walked in. Them people started staring at me like I had horns and shit. Now, I’ve been called a lot of things, Dante, but to have the first lady of the church you belong to call you the Devil has got to be the worst.”

  I lowered my head, laughing at my mother’s antics. Despite her actions, I really don’t think my mother disliked Shorty. She just loved the hell outta me and didn’t want to admit that I’m human and can make mistakes. It was easier for her to make Shorty the scapegoat for my missteps. “She didn’t mean anything by it, Shorty.”

  Shorty rolled his eyes. “Dante, face it, man. Your mom doesn’t like me. She never has, and she probably never will. She thinks I’m a bad influence on you.”

  “Yeah, little does she know I’m probably a worse one on you.” We both laughed as I said goodbye and headed for the side entrance to the church.

  2

  Donna

  I entered the Soul Café on Forty-second Street and headed straight for the bar, relieved that no one had stopped me to check my ID. I searched for an empty table. I was early for my date with Terrance and I wanted to have a drink to calm my nerves before he arrived. Just the thought of being alone with him had me so excited that my hands were shaking. I’d been dating Terrance for a litt
le over four months now and he continued to have the same overwhelming effect on me as he had the first day we met. He was unlike any other man that I’d ever dated, and there was no doubt in my mind that I was in love with him.

  I spotted an empty booth on the other side of the bar where I was sure Terrance would see me. I immediately headed toward it. I could feel the eyes of almost every man in the place on me as I walked across the room. A few of them tried to stop me for idle chitchat, but I ignored them and kept right on going. There wasn’t anything in that room that interested me other than a drink, but those fools were persistent as hell. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea for me to wear such a micro-miniskirt, but Terrance had mentioned on more than one occasion that he liked seeing me in skirts because of my shapely legs. Truth is, I think he liked the easy access to what was under my skirt a little more, but either way, I was hoping that when he came in, he’d be pleased. I never imagined I’d end up being eye candy for every horny guy in Manhattan, though. Oh well, I guess that’s just the price you pay when you’re trying to please the man you love.

  I’d known I wanted Terrance the second he showed up at the church two years before. He was everything I’d ever hoped for in a man. He was handsome, caring, intelligent, funny, and as I would find out later, a phenomenal lover. Everything a girl would want to take home to her momma—that is, if her momma weren’t a bitch like mine. From the moment I had showed an interest in boys, my mother made it clear that no one was good enough for her daughter. That was ironic, though, because it also seemed like no matter how hard I tried to please her, nothing I did was ever good enough for her. Any time I was less than perfect, she would remind me what a disappointment I was. My mother was a hard woman to please, which was why I didn’t make my interest in Terrance public knowledge.

  However, I wasn’t the only one interested in him, and the others weren’t shy about hiding their feelings. It seemed like every woman in the church was after him—including my best friend, RaShanda Wright. With all that competition, I had my work cut out for me just to get his attention, but I knew one day he was going to be mine. One day he was gonna take my gift of virginity and make me his woman. I would just have to be patient. Besides, my real dilemma wasn’t RaShanda or the other girls in the church. It was my mother, the biggest cock blocker in New York. The way she acted you could have made a case that she wanted Terrance for herself. So, unlike the other girls in the church, it took a little longer for him to notice me than I would have liked. I didn’t mind, though, because after all those lonely Friday and Saturday nights I spent dreaming about him, Terrance finally asked me out to dinner and we’d been a couple ever since.

  When I finally arrived at the booth, it didn’t take long for the waitress to appear. I ordered an apple martini and drank about half of it before I nearly choked on what was left of it. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I spotted Shorty headed my way. I was tempted to duck under the table, but by then it was obvious he’d seen me. Three seconds later he slid into the seat across from me and smiled.

  “Shorty? What are you doing here?” I whispered. My voice was filled with paranoia and agitation as I glanced around the bar, expecting Dante to pop up at any moment.

  “I heard you tell Dante where you were going,” he replied.

  “You followed me?” My jaw dropped and my eyes were as wide as silver dollars. I glanced at my watch nervously. I only had about ten minutes to get rid of him before Terrance showed up.

  “Yeah, I wanted to see if we had the same taste in women,” he said sarcastically. “I mean, you are gay, aren’t you? That’s the excuse you used when you rejected me.” There was anger in his eyes and his voice was testy.

  “What are you getting an attitude about? You’re not my man. And I do not appreciate you following me. My social life is my business, Shorty. I don’t be chasin’ around after you and Dante when y’all be messin’ with them hootchies. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m waiting for someone and you’re sitting in their seat.” I picked up my drink and turned my head toward the door.

  “You want me to leave? Okay, I’ll leave, but I’m just going over to the bar to have a drink.” He started to slide out of the booth and I grabbed his arm with my free hand.

  “Go home, Shorty.”

  “For what, Donna? Is there something you don’t want me to see?”

  “No. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

  “Why? Are you seeing someone I know?”

  “That’s none of your business. Where’s Dante? I know he’s lurking around here somewhere.” I changed the subject.

  “He’s at the church.”

  Well, thank God for small favors, I thought.

  “Good. Now go home, Shorty.” I tried to convey my point with my most serious expression.

  “You want me to leave, Donna? Okay, I’ll go, but just answer one question for me.” I was desperate so I agreed with a nod. “Why’d you lie to me?”

  “Lie to you about what? I didn’t lie to you, Shorty.”

  “Yes, you did. You lied to me about being gay.”

  I looked around to see if anyone had heard him. “Who said I lied?”

  “You did when you told Dante you took condoms out his drawer. Why’d you take the condoms out of his drawer if you’re with a woman?”

  I lowered my head because his face had go ’head, tell me another lie written all over it.

  “Donna, you’re not a lesbian. You know it and I know. You’re seeing a man.”

  Suddenly I felt bad. Shorty and I had fooled around a little during my late teens. Nothing serious like Terrance and me, or even as serious as Dante and his ex, Anita. Hell, I’d never even let Shorty get to third base, but as far as he was concerned, we were a couple. I didn’t mind letting him have his little fantasy, though, as long as he didn’t tell my brother or my parents about us. Truth is, I kinda liked the idea of pulling the wool over my mother’s eyes, so everything was cool for a while. Our problem came when Terrance showed up at the church and captured my heart. From that point on, I had no interest in Shorty. That’s when I told him that story about being gay. After that, he never pushed up on me again, and to my surprise, he was mature about it and kept it to himself. But I could tell from the way he looked at me now that he still cared. Don’t get me wrong, I thought Shorty was a sweet boy, but that was just it. He was a boy, and Terrance was a man.

  “So what’s up, Donna? You’re messing with some dude, aren’t you?”

  “Shorty, I’m sorry. I was just trying not to hurt your feelings. I care about you—”

  He raised his hand to stop me so that he could finish my sentence. “But just not the way I care about you, right?” I nodded and he frowned.

  “So who is he? Do I know him?”

  I didn’t say a word; my facial expression said it all.

  “We could have been good together, Donna. I would have done anything for you.”

  “I know that, Shorty, but sometimes what’s good to you is not good for you. Besides, it would have never worked.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because of my mother and because of Dante. He doesn’t want us to be together, Shorty. He never did. He’s afraid he’s gonna lose his best friend to his sister.” I was trying to soften the blow, but Shorty wasn’t making it easy.

  “Fuck Dante! Fuck your mother, too. I’m in love with you, Donna. You never even gave me a chance. Just give me a chance.”

  “I’m sorry, Shorty, but I can’t do that. I’m not in love with you. I’m in love with someone else.” I felt so bad and he looked so sad.

  “No one is ever gonna love you like I do, Donna. No one.” He got up from the seat and looked down at me with these sad, dark eyes. “Just remember this: One day you’re going to end up on my doorstep looking for that love. You just better pray that I open the door.”

  I can’t explain how bad I felt as I watched Shorty walk away. My sadness was not long lived, though, because a few seconds after Shorty walked out the door, Terrance walked
in. I waved at him in an attempt to get his attention. He glanced my way, but I don’t think he saw me, because this high-yellow bitch was grinning in his face like she was a contestant for Miss Black America and he was one of the judges. I was tempted to get up out of my seat and snatch her fake-ass ponytail right out of her head, but Terrance had made it very clear that he didn’t like drama. So I sat there and waited for my boo to notice me. Besides, I didn’t have anything to worry about. He’d never disrespected me. Well, at least not until now. I couldn’t believe my eyes when he leaned over and whispered something in that heifer’s ear, and you better believe I was livid when her grinning ass handed him a piece of paper and he took out a pen and started writing. He might not have liked drama, but he was about to get some. I’d given that man my heart, not to mention my virginity. He was not going to make a fool out of me.

  “Excuse me, miss. Can I buy you a drink?” I looked up as a handsome, thirty-something-year-old man stepped directly in front of me, blocking my line of sight to Terrance and that bitch. He was dressed in a very expensive suit and looked like he was probably making big bucks. Not that it mattered to me. He could’ve been Denzel Washington holding a suitcase full of money. The only thing that brother could do for me was move out of the way so I could see what that bitch was doing with my man. “Miss, can I buy you a drink?” he inquired again politely.