Page 51 of The Key To His Soul
She laid her head on my shoulder, and I shrugged her off.
“Get up off me.” I giggled. “Why we have two glasses each? Y’all tryna get lit in these people establishment?”
“I’m doing a lil’ bit of restauranteur analysis,” Amil spoke with her hand cupped over her mouth. “So, when I booked, I asked that they bring out two of their most popular drinks for us to try. The first one is the Strawberry Beesting, and the second one is Fancy Nancy.”
“Slicker than oil,” Ebone said with her glass raised. “I like that.”
“Ah big gal ting dat,” she replied in her fake Jamaican accent, making us crack up.
“Okay, Spice Official,” Danae mimicked.
“Y’all stupid.” I shook my head and took a sip of the Strawberry Beesting. It was the prettier of the two drinks. “Go head and tell them to bring this one out in a pitcher.”
“It’s good, ain’t it?” Thyri chimed in.
I nodded and clinked glasses with her.
“Now that we’re all gathered, whose business are we getting into first?” Ebone asked.
“Yours.” Dai giggled. “Tell them what you been up to, friend.” The sly smirk on her face and Ebone’s wide eyes said everything. Ebone had something interesting or juicy going on.
“Yeah, tell us, friend,” I egged on, leaning on the table.
Ebone looked everywhere but at us, and now I really wanted to know.
“Okay, so, someone I know…”
“Her,” Dai interrupted, snickering.
“Damn, you wanna tell them?”
“I do.” She giggled. “I really do.”
“Well, no,” Ebone said, “I got this.”
Dai gestured for her to continue, and I put my hand up to Dai’s mouth to keep her quiet.
“As I was saying,” Ebone started again, “someone I know might be doing a favor for someone she knows in order to help them out of a bind.”
“What kind of bind?” Thyri inquired beside her with a look of concern.
Ebone sighed. “We really don’t have to begin with me forreal. My friend really don’t have that much going on.”
“Ahhh, bitch,” Danae started, “is it anything we gon’ need to bond you out for?”
“Wellll…”
“Oh, fuck,” I let out.
“Okay, this guy I met kinda asked me to marry him, so he can get his citizenship papers,” she blurted out real fast.
I looked back at Dai then Ebone then back at Dai, hoping that one of them could make sense of what she’d just revealed.
“So, you kinda got proposed to by a nigga that’s here illegally?” Amil questioned, searching for the same clarity I was sure we all needed.
“And he offered her $150,000 too,” Dai added.
“Upped it to 200k this morning since I still haven’t given him an answer,” Ebone corrected, sipping both of her drinks at the same time.
