Kerry were standing in the front door by the time she looked up and the shame really kicked in as she dropped her head.
“Bitch, you better find somebody to play with before I run my foot up your ugly ass!” ShaKita yelled out making her way out to end of the driveway. There was no way a bitch was gonna disrespect any of her sisters, right or wrong, and she not take up for them.
“YOU WANNA FIGHT ME BITCH, BUT YOUR SISTER THE ONE FUCKING MY HUSBAND! ALL Y’ALL SOME RATCHET ASS BITCHES!” She yelled out.
“ShaKita, please,” Kerry called out trying to calm her down as Lauren walked in the house passing her then going straight into the kitchen with her head hung low.
“THIS AIN’T OVER!” Jamal’s wife shouted, but she saw fit to pull off before ShaKita got close enough to kick her window in. She pulled off in a rush, spinning mad wheels as she made her way down the road and out the neighborhood, but it was definitely far from over.
**********
Thirty minutes had passed and so was the talk about the incident. The shame Lauren felt still lingered but everybody was over it already. What was done was done. Lauren stood over the griddle whipping the blueberry pancake mix up in a bowl. She looked over at Kerry and smiled as she watched her sister stirring the pot of grits.
“Are you cooking the eggs too, Sis?” She asked.
“I can,” Kerry answered then looked over at ShaKita. She was pulling strips of bacon from the pack and placing them on a large George Foreman. “I’m surprised you’re actually making yourself useful.”
“I know right.” Janay laughed. “She is usually the one sittn’ back watching us cook.”
ShaKita smirked. “Well, if you wasn’t so big and preggo I could be sittn’ where you are now with my feet propped up being catered too.”
Janay looked over at Lauren and Kerry with her lips turned up. “Do y’all smell something in here?” They laughed out loud.
“Un-huh, I smell something a little rotten,” Kerry said.
Lauren grinned as she sniffed the air. “Un-huh that’s that smell,” she added with a playful role of the neck.
“Yes girls,” Janay said trying to hold in her laugh.
“WE SMELL A HATER,” they all said in unison causing ShaKita to laugh out loud. “I’ve always hated when y’all did that.”
“Only when your ratchet ass is the culprit,” Janay mocked with a light chuckle causing the other sisters to laugh.
“Whatever,” ShaKita muttered with a smirk on her face as the house phone began to ring. Lauren reached over and grabbed the stylish rotary dial phone off of the receiver on the wall.
“Hello.”
“Hey Lolo,” Mr. Ware spoke.
“Hey Dad,” she spoke back.
“I’ve made it to the hospital and your mom just left. She should be pulling up in the next fifteen, twenty minutes.”
“Okay,” Lauren responded.
“You know she didn’t even hesitate to leave this morning since Janay is home.” Lauren grinned a little. “But you best believe she said that she’ll be back after church.” He grinned.
“I already know,” Lauren commented with a smile on her face. “Well, breakfast should be ready by the time Mom gets here. We’ll eat first then get dressed for church.
“Sounds great,” Mr. Ware said. “And I’ll call her after church and see how she like the surprise I have for her.”
“Why you won’t tell me what it is?” Lauren nosily pondered.
“Because you’ve never been able to hold water,” he answered. “You tell every secret you know,” he chuckled knowing his daughters all too well.
“I won’t say anything,” she said hoping he’d confide in her.
“I know you won’t, because I’m not telling,” he grinned.
Lauren playfully pouted. “Daaaaad!”
“Now one of the surprises should be there soon.”
“Soooo, you’re sending something here for Mom.”
Mr. Ware
“Bitch, you better find somebody to play with before I run my foot up your ugly ass!” ShaKita yelled out making her way out to end of the driveway. There was no way a bitch was gonna disrespect any of her sisters, right or wrong, and she not take up for them.
“YOU WANNA FIGHT ME BITCH, BUT YOUR SISTER THE ONE FUCKING MY HUSBAND! ALL Y’ALL SOME RATCHET ASS BITCHES!” She yelled out.
“ShaKita, please,” Kerry called out trying to calm her down as Lauren walked in the house passing her then going straight into the kitchen with her head hung low.
“THIS AIN’T OVER!” Jamal’s wife shouted, but she saw fit to pull off before ShaKita got close enough to kick her window in. She pulled off in a rush, spinning mad wheels as she made her way down the road and out the neighborhood, but it was definitely far from over.
**********
Thirty minutes had passed and so was the talk about the incident. The shame Lauren felt still lingered but everybody was over it already. What was done was done. Lauren stood over the griddle whipping the blueberry pancake mix up in a bowl. She looked over at Kerry and smiled as she watched her sister stirring the pot of grits.
“Are you cooking the eggs too, Sis?” She asked.
“I can,” Kerry answered then looked over at ShaKita. She was pulling strips of bacon from the pack and placing them on a large George Foreman. “I’m surprised you’re actually making yourself useful.”
“I know right.” Janay laughed. “She is usually the one sittn’ back watching us cook.”
ShaKita smirked. “Well, if you wasn’t so big and preggo I could be sittn’ where you are now with my feet propped up being catered too.”
Janay looked over at Lauren and Kerry with her lips turned up. “Do y’all smell something in here?” They laughed out loud.
“Un-huh, I smell something a little rotten,” Kerry said.
Lauren grinned as she sniffed the air. “Un-huh that’s that smell,” she added with a playful role of the neck.
“Yes girls,” Janay said trying to hold in her laugh.
“WE SMELL A HATER,” they all said in unison causing ShaKita to laugh out loud. “I’ve always hated when y’all did that.”
“Only when your ratchet ass is the culprit,” Janay mocked with a light chuckle causing the other sisters to laugh.
“Whatever,” ShaKita muttered with a smirk on her face as the house phone began to ring. Lauren reached over and grabbed the stylish rotary dial phone off of the receiver on the wall.
“Hello.”
“Hey Lolo,” Mr. Ware spoke.
“Hey Dad,” she spoke back.
“I’ve made it to the hospital and your mom just left. She should be pulling up in the next fifteen, twenty minutes.”
“Okay,” Lauren responded.
“You know she didn’t even hesitate to leave this morning since Janay is home.” Lauren grinned a little. “But you best believe she said that she’ll be back after church.” He grinned.
“I already know,” Lauren commented with a smile on her face. “Well, breakfast should be ready by the time Mom gets here. We’ll eat first then get dressed for church.
“Sounds great,” Mr. Ware said. “And I’ll call her after church and see how she like the surprise I have for her.”
“Why you won’t tell me what it is?” Lauren nosily pondered.
“Because you’ve never been able to hold water,” he answered. “You tell every secret you know,” he chuckled knowing his daughters all too well.
“I won’t say anything,” she said hoping he’d confide in her.
“I know you won’t, because I’m not telling,” he grinned.
Lauren playfully pouted. “Daaaaad!”
“Now one of the surprises should be there soon.”
“Soooo, you’re sending something here for Mom.”
Mr. Ware
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