I Know I've Been Changed

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Authors: Reshonda Tate Billingsley
Tags: Fiction, Literary, General, Romance, Christian
You not gon’ even try?” Scooter threw up his hands in frustration.
    “I told you this bougie skank wouldn’t help,” June scoffed.
    “You come asking me for help for your trifling convict brother and call me a skank?” I couldn’t believe I’d even wasted my time with these ingrates.
    “We’re your family!” Scooter jumped up in my face.
    Inside the lobby, I saw Kay stand up, phone in hand, ready to call security. She looked at me as if waiting for the word. I raised a hand to let her know I had the situation under control—for now.
    “Look, I haven’t seen any of you in years and you waltz in here asking the impossible. I’m sorry. I can’t help you. Now, I’m going to ask you to leave before Kay calls security.”
    Both of them glared daggers at me.
    “Snobby ass—,” Scooter snarled.
    June grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Let it go. She gon’ need us one day. You can bet on that.”
    I looked at him and almost laughed. Need them? For what? There wasn’t anything they could do for me—except get the hell out of my station and take their country behinds back to Sweet Poke.
    I watched them ease out the door and hoped that that would be my last time seeing them.

Chapter 11
    I whirled my pasta around my fork. Another dinner spent alone. As usual, Myles had called, saying he was running late. I was upset at first because this had become a regular habit with us. Here I was at his condo, two twelve-ounce steaks, jumbo shrimp, and angel-hair pasta sitting on the table, getting cold.
    Myles could be so inconsiderate. I swear, sometimes I wondered how I could possibly love someone so selfish. I heard someone turning the doorknob and thought, finally, he’s home.
    I got up to greet him at the door. But instead of the door opening, the knob just kept viciously jiggling. Then a woman’s voice called out, “Myles, you can’t run from me forever. Open this damn door!”
    I didn’t know whether to be frightened or pissed. I hesitated before opening the door. “May I help you?” I asked after I swung the door open. A short woman with a closely cropped, blond Afro stood there, attitude all over her face. She had strong features and might have been attractive if not for the scowl on her face. She had a small diamond earring in her nose and wore a spandex miniskirt with a V-cut T-shirt that prominently showcased her double Ds.
    “Who the hell are you?” she asked.
    “Excuse me?” I knew this four-foot-tall heifer was not banging on my man’s door, asking me who I was.
    “I didn’t stutter.” She pushed past me and made her way inside. “You know what? I don’t really care who you are. Where is Myles?” She looked around the room, her hands on her hips like she belonged there. Oh, no, she wasn’t about to punk me in my man’s home.
    “Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but Myles isn’t here and you need to leave.”
    She crossed her arms and looked at me cockeyed. “Awwww, snap. I know who you are. You that news lady. Myles told me he was dating a local celebrity, but he never said who.”
    “Well, I’m glad you know who I am. But what you probably don’t know is this pretty face can get real ghetto.” I left the door open and stepped in her face, daring her to make a move. I wasn’t the bravest of people, but I wasn’t about to be played for a fool either. “I will make sure I tell my boyfriend you stopped by.”
    She smirked. “Well, can you tell your boyfriend that his other girlfriend doesn’t appreciate being played. Now, I can deal with you, but I ain’t about to deal with no other hos.”
    I looked at this woman like she had lost her mind. All this drama was making my head hurt. “Who are you?”
    She uncrossed her arms and waved a hand in my face as she announced, “My name is Delana. And I’m what’s known as the other woman.”
    I didn’t know how to react. But Delana looked like she couldn’t care less about my feelings.
    Delana adjusted her knockoff

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