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Chapter 12: With A Little
Help From My Friends
A few moments earlier…
“It’s about time, Cuzzin’.” Eric said as he looked
at his watch. “We were about to go on without you.”
“You would’ve liked that, huh, Groove?” Terry
remarked with a grin.
Eric rolled his eyes. “Whatever, T.”
“Don’t give me that, Groove. You know you want
L-boogie to have your babies.”
“Hey! I’m right here. Not invisible.”
“And you, Miss Staples, want to drop this man’s
babies.”
“See, now you just talkin’ crazy.”
“Whatever, Lisa.”
“Anyway—“ Eric said as they walked inside of Evergreen Plaza
“I was visitin’ Mom.”
“Oh.” Eric and Lisa chorused.
They walked silently for a few moments. Terry
noticed looks of concern on his friends’ faces.
“What?”
“Just wonderin’ if you’re okay.” Eric replied. “You
know how you get when you visit your Mom.”
“Really, I’m fine.” Terry made sure he looked right
into Eric’s eyes as he said that. Eric was one of the few people who knew
everything Terry went through with his parents and how deeply he missed his
mother. Terry appreciated the concern but there were times when Groove could be
a little too concerned and start to smother him.
“Really?”
“Yes. Really.”
“Damn, Groove,” Lisa interjected. “He said he was
okay. Give the man some breathing room.”
“All right, all right.”
“Thank you, Lisa,” Terry said.
“You’re welcome. So, Groove, where are we going?”
“To Circuit
City
“Our Time in Eden
“Right as usual, Cuzzin’.”
“Of course.”
“So, Terry—“ Lisa began, “—what are you gonna do
about your girl?”
“Who?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, nigga, you know who I
mean.”
“She’s not my girl. There’s nothing to do, nothing
to say. Dom wants nothing, read my lips, nothing to do with me.”
“So that’s it? She don’t wanna talk so fuck it?”
“Lemme break this down for you—“ Terry began, “—Dom
told me, in no uncertain terms, to go fuck myself. Any chance I may’ve had with
her is gone.”
“Terry—“, Eric said, “—you can’t go into this bein’
all negative—“
“Oh, Groove, please don’t start with that
speaking-my-circumstances-into-existence bullshit! You were there. You heard
Dom along with everybody this side of 87th
street
“Talkin’ like that I guess not,” Eric added.
“Kiss my ass, Eric.”
“No, Groove is right,” Lisa interjected.
“I am?”
“Eric, don’t make me hurt you.”
“I wish.”
“Anyway, Terry, if you want Dom, you gotta make up
your mind that nothin’s gonna stop you from gettin’ her.”
“It’s not my mind, I’m worried about,” He replied.
“It’s her. How am I gonna change her mind?”
“By not givin’ up on her for one,” Lisa said.
“And talk to her,” Eric interjected.
“Excuse me, Mister Man, but I got this.”
“Well, excuse the hell outta me.” Eric said.
“Ain’t that much excusin’ in the world.”
“Well, as much as I appreciate the advice –“, Terry
began, “--I’ll just handle this myself.”
“Which means you won’t talk to her,” Eric stated.
“Pretty much.”
“Punk.”
“Fuck you, Groove.” Terry was about to say something
else, but someone ran into him, a female someone by the feel and smell of her.
An apology was on his lips, but it died when he saw that it was Dominique who
ran into him. Fate, it seemed wasn’t going to allow him to avoid her even if he
wanted to.
“Hi.” Terry finally said.
(c)2014 Courtney and W.L. Sherrod
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