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gym shoes. He sat still and listened, and then disconnected the phone, placing it on the bed. He took his cell from the leather holder along his waist and dialed Ramada’s number. He pressed the speaker icon, inhaling loudly, exhaling even louder, talking right over Ramada’s live greeting.
    “Ramada, why are you calling Milan’s house?”
    “Because you damn near live there. I always know where I can find you.”
    “You can find me on my cell. You’re calling here to fuck with Milan. I’m telling you for the third time, do not call this number again.”
    “Or else what?”
    Milan sat back and stared at the back of Lavender’s head.
    “Ramada, we shouldn’t even be talking on the phone after the other night.”
    “Did she give you the message I left?”
    “Yes.”
    “And?”
    Lavender leaned forward and rubbed his eyes. “Let me talk to Taj.”
    “No.”
    He got louder. “Ramada, put him on the phone.”
    “No. He’s sleeping.”
    “Wake him up.”
    “I’m not waking him up. He barely slept last night after having trouble breathing. And I, for one, am relieved to see that he’s getting some sleep.”
    “Oh, so he’s snoring again?”
    “Yes.”
    “Funny. He doesn’t snore when he’s with me.”
    “You just don’t notice it. You’re probably too busy banging your swinging woman.”
    Milan buttoned her lip and tossed away the sheets. She arose from the bed, entered the bathroom.
    “Like I said, he doesn’t snore when he’s with me.”
    “How can you even hear him? You snore, too.”
    “Maybe that’s why it bothers you so much.” He cut his eyes toward the bathroom door and noticed that Milan still had a glimpse of him.
    “Oh please. So, you’re saying his snoring reminds me of you? You’re so egotistical.”
    “You couldn’t stand it when I snored. You complained all the time.”
    “This has nothing to do with that.”
    “Maybe you can’t get your sleep, so you’re making a big deal out of it.”
    “Why does everything revolve around you? Your son could have serious problems when he gets older if he doesn’t have this surgery.”
    “I’ve checked with doctors who say he’ll outgrow it.”
    “He won’t. He’ll end up sleeping with a C-Pak machine. Do you want your son to grow up like that?”
    “Ramada, make sure you have Taj call when he wakes up. And I’ll get him Wednesday after school.” He stood up and grabbed the cordless.
    “Did you get my message?” Her annoyance was thick.
    “I said yes.”
    “But you didn’t tell me what you thought.”
    “What about it?” Lavender stood next to Milan’s nightstand and set the home phone down.
    “You must have an audience. You’re acting so foul.”
    Milan exited the bathroom with her toothbrush in her mouth and walked out of the room and down the hall.
    “Good-bye.” He disconnected his cell and took the same path out of the bedroom and down the hall as Milan, who was still naked, standing in the kitchen upon the blond Pergo floor.
    Milan opened the stainless steel refrigerator and stared inside. Her eyes switched between the orange juice and the bottled water. “You know none of this has anything to do with a last name, or seeing my house, or little Taj’s adenoids, for that matter. That woman is still in love with you.” She grabbed a carton of juice and shut the fridge.
    “She’s not in love. She’s just a damn pain in the ass.” Lavender leaned back against the counter as his cell rang. Ramada’s name appeared. He pressed ignore.
    Milan opened the cupboard and took a glass from the shelf. She set it down and poured half. “Yes, she is that. A royal pain in the ass for both of us.”
    “And I’m sorry about that.”
    “You two need to talk about what’s really going on.” She downed half of the juice in one long gulp.
    “Nothing.”
    “Then why is Ramada having such a hard time moving on? It’s really so obvious.” She drank the rest and placed the glass in the sink.
    “She’s just a drama