The space did me some good. I didn’t call Boss once, but I knew he was keeping tabs on me: his cell number was all over my mama’s Caller ID. It wasn’t like I was trying to hide from him; I just wanted some room to breathe. I thought he of all people could understand that. I loved my family, and I appreciated them to the fullest, but I thought my man needed to see what it felt like to miss me. It didn’t take long for him to catch on to what I was trying to do; three nights withm t nightsout me, and that nigga was foaming at the mouth. My old friend Derrick had come over and was getting me caught up on all the latest gossip. D knew everything about everybody, but his vast knowledge didn’t prepare him for the day he came face-to-face with a pissed off Boss. “Can I help you?” I heard D’s deep voice answer Mama’s front door all the way from the bathroom. I was taking a quick shower after Malaysia had thrown up all over me and my clothes – and the instant I heard Boss’ voice, I knew I had to get out there.
