She knew Brandon’s attention would be hers. But she did not expect to see Kwame there. “There goes your young suitor,” Mary said. “Did you tell him you were going to be here?” “I must have; I can’t remember,” she said. “I haven’t talked to him since I saw him at the game. We didn’t talk about tonight. But it’s cool. I’m fine.” “This is a little older crowd, but it’s sophisticated,” Charlene said. “Maybe we can learn something. Or teach a few things.” “To who?” Mary said. “You on the prowl?” “It’s the last night. Damn right I am,” Charlene answered. “Tyrell is a nice backup plan.” “Is Rodney coming?” Tranise said. “Of course, he is,” Mary answered. “After what I gave him last night, how could he not come back for Round Two?” “I’m scared of you,” Charlene said. “Y’all so freak nasty,” Tranise said. “I don’t even know if I should be hanging with you hookers.” The ladies laughed as Kwame came over. His youthful energy was apparent.
