matter what my mother taught me to speak.
âDid Ameen know you were coming over here?â his mother asked me, and I couldnât believe it. Sheâd never spoken three words to me.
âYes,â I said as I sucked my teeth.
âYou better watch your tone,â she snapped.
âAll I said was yes.â
âIs she gettinâ smart?â His sister jumped into our conversation.
âOhâ¦kayâ¦and all this beef is coming from where? All I wanna know,â I said as calmly as possible, âis if Ameen is here?â
âWait a minute.â His mother got off her boyfriendâs lap and went to knock on Ameenâs door. ââCause I ainât up for no nonsense in my house tonight. Anybody get to fightinâ up in here goinâ to jail.â She banged on Ameenâs door and he cracked it open. âDid you know this boogzie liâl girl was rollinâ over here?â
âWho? Zsa-Zsa?â he said from behind the door.
What does he mean, who, Zsa-Zsa?
âI guess thatâs her name. She canât have a regular name like Khadejah, Al-Keema, or one of them? A Zsa-Zsaâ¦what kinda bull is that?â
âAiâight, ma,â he said, âjust tell her to come in here.â
She turned around and snapped toward me, âHe said bring ya liâl high sadity behind on.â
I hurried and walked past her. I didnât wanna be held accountable for smacking his mama.
âWhy was your mother acting like that?â I asked Ameen as he closed the door behind me.
âShe didnât know I was having company, that all.â He started kissing on me.
âAnd what did you mean when you said, âWho, Zsa-Zsaâ? You got somebody else coming over here?â
âDonât start, Zsa.â He stopped kissing me.
âAnd what did she mean by, âif somebody come over here fighting theyâre going to jailâ?â I looked him over and noticed scratches on his neck and shoulder. âAnd what are those scratches on you? Have you been fighting?â
âZsa, why are you bugginâ?â
âIâm not bugginâ, why canât you tell me the truth? Was some other chick over here?â My voice trembled.
âZsaââ
A lump filled my throat. âKnow what, Iâma go home.â I opened his door and he closed it back.
âWhat are you doinâ?â
âI think you been bringing other girls over here.â
He shook his head.
âSeeââtears filled my eyesââIâm out.â
âAiâight, man, just listen. It wasnât nothinâ, for real. My sonâs mother came over here to get some money.â
âYour sonâs mother?â I twisted my lips in disbelief.
âYou want me to tell the story or you got it from here?â
âGo âhead.â I leaned from one foot to the next.
âShe found your pictureââhe went in his dresser drawer, pulled a framed picture of me out, and sat it on topââand she caught a serious attitude.â
âUmm-hmm.â I folded my arms across my breasts. âDid that really happen?â
âWhat Iâma lie for, Zsa-Zsa?â
âYou tell me.â
âIâm not lyinâ man, chill. She started bugginâ because I told her that I loved you and she started fighting me.â
âI told you,â I said, âthat you needed to tell her about us before.â
âWell, she knows now so the rest is on her.â
âAmeen, do you really love me, though? Because sometimes I just feelââ
âLook, how many chicks you think I bring around my family? My family now, not my boys. But my moms, my sister, and my niece. Only you and my sonâs mother. Thatâs it. Itâs all about you and you know that.â He kissed me on my shoulder. âSo chill.â
âAlright, Ameen,â I said, melting into the kisses he was
Amira Rain, Simply Shifters