Rhonda asked me right after following me out the back door of the shop. “Yep,” I said, as if I was utterly disgusted. “So, what did he say?” she asked. And since I didn’t feel like going through the whole spill about the shit with me supposedly snitching on Ricky, I told her, “Nothing. But he wants me to come down to the jail to see him.” “Well, what did he say to you to make you cuss him out like you did?” “Girl, that muthafucka’ had a nerve to flip out on me like I’m supposed to be down for him or something.” “Now, I know you lying!” Rhonda exclaimed. “No, I’m not. That’s why I flipped out on his stupid ass! And told him don’t call me, call them trifling-ass baby mamas of his. And just so happens his baby-mama Frances was on the other end and heard me. So, she said, “Bitch, you the one trifling!” So, I got right back in her ass real quick. And then I jumped in his and told them both to kiss my ass and hung up.”“That’s what his ass gets.
