Chapter 7 Curses
A man is coming to look at the refrigerator. I won’t be able to make it home in time. Is there any way you can get off early and meet him?
Maura looked at Sidney’s latest text message. She imagined how Flora the Admin Assistant in her office might have answered if Sidney had been her husband:
“You ain’t been having no trouble meeting a man after work. What’s the problem now?…Tell your mama to meet him…”
But, Maura didn’t want to give Sidney the pleasure of receiving any catty remarks from her. Anyone with sense knows there’s a lot to be read between the lines of catty remarks. It leaves a door open for hope and reconciliation. Sassiness tells a man a woman’s heart is still in his hands. Maura did not want to convey anything to Sidney. She debated whether to answer him at all, lest he construe a message from her as an olive branch. It had been ten weeks since she spoke to him and by now she felt at home living amongst her clothes on hangers in the living room. Maura had literally turned the room into a huge walk-in closet. Restaurant food and Chinese take-out nourished her body. She kept bottled water in an ice chest. A cheap microwave sufficed if she needed anything warmed. She placed it atop a wrought iron shelf Sidney had picked up from an antique store. She contemplated buying a mini refrigerator for the room and sitting Sidney’s African stool on top of it—anything to insult Sidney’s sense of beauty and order.
Maura was glad she wasn’t bothered with any of his Friday night business. Her hand had become very familiar with her clitoris. Being separated from Sidney by a few feet had liberated her. And she had Sidney's man Cornrows in her fantasies. Maura's trashing of Sidney’s living room and sharing his man, if only in her head, was much better than any separation. She was prepared to go on like this the rest of her life if she had to. She felt such a life was safe and secure.
“Yes I still live in our house, but my heart is so far gone, I might as well be living in China.”
That would quieten the women in her office. They had to throw a man out to punish him for his sins. She had come up with a better punishment for Sidney. She lived right under his nose and yet denied him any access.
The next morning when I got up to use the restroom, I heard my Mother in the study. I walked to the door and stood watching as she kneeled scrubbing the wall along the baseboards. My stomach quivered. I felt like a little boy caught doing something wrong. She sensed my presence and turned around.
“A rat pissed on this wall. Before you leave, I want you to buy some poison and put down some traps. I told John there were rats in this house. But nooo, he didn’t believe me. And when he finally saw one, you know what he said?” She looked at me. I shrugged. “He said they were God’s creatures. If Noah could tolerate two, we can tolerate one.” She laughed. “That man was a mess.”
The belt lay on top of the desk, where I had left it. Mama continued scrubbing the wall and talking to herself. “I will not have rats in my house. He would leave me to have to deal with this, do what he should have done when he was alive. Rats pissing all over everything, just like his sisters think they’re going to piss all over me.”
I picked up the belt. “Why didn’t you stop him, Mama?”
“Oh you know, your Father was as stubborn as ten mules. If that man didn’t want to do something, he didn’t do it.”
“Not the rats--this.”
She looked at me holding the belt in my hand. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
Mama looked away, dipped her sponge in the bucket, and sloshed sudsy water on the wall. She ignored the mess she made on her pants. “Put that thing away. Your Father is dead. Let him rest in peace.”
My cock has an appetite.
A huge and very particular appetite: Blonde, curvy, and preferably not a fucking liar...(Although, that's a story for another day.) As a high profile lawyer, I don't have time to waste on relationships, so I fulfill my needs by anonymously chatting and sleeping with women I meet online.
My rules are simple: One dinner. One night. No repeats.
This is only casual sex. Nothing more. Nothing less.
At least it was, until "Alyssa"...She was supposed to be a 27 year old lawyer, a book hoarder, and completely unattractive. She was supposed to be someone I shared law advice with late at night, someone I could trust with details of my weekly escapades.
But then she came into my firm for an interview--a college-intern interview, and everything fucking changed...
Sis. Clarabell has another motive for listening in, she wants to out her son-in-law who she suspects of being on the "downlow". She hopes by outing him, she can move in with her daughter.
All of the roommate's adventures don’t just happen in the house. They have quite an adventure on the Road to New Orleans.
“I speak the truth about me also.”
“Yeah like when you walk into my room late at night just wearing a towel.”
“I have the decency to put on something. I got up to get a drink of water. I heard your music playing and asked if you wanted a drink. I’m not like you darting through the house nude or standing on the patio in the wee hours of the morning nude smoking that stuff.