On her part, she knew that allowance came from her loyalty to her friend.

On Ed’s part, she had to wonder was it because he truly wanted to fuck Princess?

Had Ed and Princess been fucking all this time? Right up under her nose, in plain sight? Had Georgia not seen all the freaking signs?

No time for that now.

I gotta do something. I can’t go on pretending like I don’t know what’s going on between them.

That’s why Princess ducked me for months. She didn’t take my calls. She didn’t return them, either.

She totally avoided me.

If she would have been a woman and come to me on the morning she fucked him would have made all the difference.

Friendship over dick you dumb bitch.

Georgia shook with rage putting her play, which was neatly and meticulously formatted on 8.5'x11'
paper, back in the suit case and returning it to the top of the closet.

Why did I cook that morning and pretend to be talking on the phone?

Why did I redo my play, a play I did on stage in high school?

Why didn’t I stab the bitch when I caught her crawling out of my kitchen?

Do to her what I did to Priscilla?

💕💕💕

Georgia was in the shower. She wondered why Tina, Thomas’s wife, didn’t show up.

I hate a lying ass bitch!

Her cell phone vibrated on the sink counter. Wrapping a towel around her, she got out, the shower still running, and answered it amongst steam.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Girl. I know you think I forgot about you.”

“Hey, Tina. How could I?”

“I won’t be coming over. I can’t meet the woman who is pregnant from my husband. Believe me; I want to gut her ass myself. She fucked my husband, Girl."

“She’s gone, anyway. I don’t know where she went. And right now, I got my own dilemmas. I don’t have time to be getting involved with other people’s problems.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Ed cheated on me with the bitch that is pregnant with your husband’s baby. “Look. I’m in the shower. Call me later.”

“OK. And Georgia?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks for the organizer. I appreciate the gift.”

Organizer? Bitch, what fucking organizer? I didn’t buy you anything.

“No problem, Gurl. Bye.”

Click.

💕💕💕

A few hours later, Georgia quietly
sauntered into Johnny’s Fuci-Fino’s Sport’s Bar and Grill on Oakland Park Boulevard, and hesitantly sat at the bar.

She had tried to call Ed, but he didn’t answer. She also tried to call Princess, wondering did she go to Thomas and tell him who she really was.

The girl is in love. That much I will admit. I don’t know what kind of magic Thomas had on his dick, but Princess is hooked on him.

I have never seen her so happy. And she’s pregnant from Thomas. That’s another thing.

What is she going do? Thomas is still married. And why didn’t Tina show up?

I waited on her and she never came over to meet Princess. Not that it mattered. Princess bolted on me to go after Thomas.

Gorgeous in an ankle-length dress with a lily in her curly hair, she smacked her lips and decided that she made a mistake coming to a bar to alleviate her inner turmoil...