She tapped on the window for Maurice and Curtis to put out those cigars, gather up the corn, and come in and eat. “Yvonne, look down in that cabinet and get out my good paper plates.” Yvonne smiled. Leave it to Trina to have a section in her cabinet for the “good paper plates.” Trina opened the door so that the aroma of the food would lure Maurice and Curtis into the house. It worked. Maurice plopped the corn on a platter and the two of them came back in the house smelling like Fuente Hemingway cigars. Trina inhaled deeply when Maurice passed by her. She loved the mixture of his Cubans and Eternity for Men cologne. She picked up a paper towel and tried to convert it into a decent fan. “Hot flashes,” Trina told Yvonne. “Yeah … right,” was all Yvonne said. “I do, too, have hot flashes. You know I’m going through this menopause thing.”
