Jada had gone to shower. I hoped like hell that she got herself together. While I didn’t approve of how she got down sometimes, I did like the realness about her. She surely wasn’t no phony, with the exception of what- ever it was she was doing behind my back. I’d been thinking about it all day, but before I brought anything to her attention, I needed some privacy. The only place I could get it was in the bathroom, but Jada was in there. The only other place that I suspected didn’t have cameras was in the closet. Therefore, I made my way to it and closed the door. I sat on the floor and removed the phone from my pocket. I dialed out to call Desa Rae’s home phone. After three rings, my call went to voicemail so I left a message. “Ay. I wanted to let you know that I’ll be home soon. Meanwhile, I had to see what you were up to. I see you ain’t home. On a Thursday night, where could you be?” I ended the call with all kinds of thoughts in my head. Bad thoughts that made me want to get the fuck out of there to go see what was up.
