Aisha balanced the phone on her ear as she lay on her side in the bed. “I should have listened to you.” “I didn’t want to be right, girl.” Tanya’s voice sounded sympathetic. “And you know you should have punched that bitch in the face, right?” “For what? She was talking the truth.” “Just on general principle.” Tanya chuckled. “And it might have made you feel a little bit better.” Aisha said nothing. “Did he try to call you?” “Yeah, he’s been blowing up my phone. Calls and texts. I’ve been ignoring him.” “Good, it’s better this way.” “I know, but…” Aisha couldn’t finish her sentence. “But what?” “But…” she paused again, “…I miss him. I was really starting to care for him.” “I know. But you’ll find someone else.” “When?” “Eventually.” “And where, Tanya?” Aisha grabbed the phone and rolled over onto her back. She readjusted her bathrobe. “You were right about me. I’m a workaholic loser with no life.
