Where are you? With Princess?
No, you can’t be. She is probably with Thomas, where she belongs.

Stay far, far away from here.

She was listening to every sad song imaginable. She had erased all of the songs on her iPod and she downloaded the sad shit. Aretha. Patti.

Whitney. Janet.

Beyonce. Scratch Beyonce. She’s too young. A grown woman of Georgia’s stature didn’t need to be listening
to little girls giving it to Mama and wearing Freakum dresses to get back at a man.

Every woman didn’t have that kind of dress in the back of their closets. Hell, she had clothes she couldn’t fit all through the closet.

And getting a new man was not the answer. When you were a whore, sure, you could go out and fuck whoever you wanted.

But when you’re married and you
wholeheartedly stood before God and family and told a man how much you loved, adored and admired him, then the stakes were higher.

If her marriage was on the Dow Jones the stock market would have crashed the minute she realized Ed’s phone switched to vibrate status.

It would have exploded when she realized she was a married woman and a Freakum dress would not bring her husband back.

No, she hasn’t thrown him out and no, his shit was still in the armoire, dressers and in the closet.

But in her heart and in her mind, body and soul Ed was out on his natural ass.

And he wouldn’t be coming back.

Where are you, Ed? Why are you not home yet? The least you could have done was call me. I am so worried about you.

Well, maybe I’m not.

I already know the deal. I know what’s going on, but you’re a man and men think they have all the fucking sense and when it comes to sex and their dicks they don’t have the sense of a
freaking bird.

You are in love, yes I know. Your heart isn’t pure, which is another matter I won’t get into.

When are you going to be real with yourself?

This was unusual. He always came home around 9 p.m. He never stayed out late. And when he happened
to get off work late he always phoned her and insured that he was ok.

She reached over and picked up her cell phone. She closed her eyes.

Should she call him?

Nah.

She wouldn’t.

She had her pride.

Husband or not she wouldn’t sweat him. Why should she sweat him anyway?

He’s in love with an ex prostitute.