Page 52 of The Key To His Soul
“So, you said he got a brother, and I can find him where?” Amil asked casually, making us all laugh.
“I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout no brothers, sis. I barely know about the man. Met him during a showing. He was fine, so I paid close attention ‘cause y’all know I’m in the market for a husband. I gave him an extra tour, showing him all the hidden gems in the house, and we hit it off from there.”
“Where he from?” Thyri asked.
“Nigeria.”
“Mhm, according to themHousewives of Atlanta,they be having a coin.”
“Oh, yeah, the money ain’t the issue,” Ebone said. “It’s just the whole getting married thing. And y’all, the man not talkin’ ‘bout going down to City Hall. He wants it to look real. The man said a wedding and all.”
“And that’s my issue,” Dai pointed out. “That and the fact that she still hasn’t given an answer.”
“I don’t blame her. That’s a heavy ask,” I said.
“With a heavy check included,” Amil added.
“Would y’all do it?” Ebone asked, looking around the table.
“No,” Danae, Dai, and Thyri said in unison.
I glanced over at Amil with my lips pursed and pulled my hair behind my ear.
“Right,” she concluded without me having to say anything.
“So, y’all would?” Ebone pushed.
“Me, yes. But I’d have questions that would need to be answered before we locked in.”
“Same,” Amil agreed.
Ebone sat back in her seat and sipped slowly, like she was thinking hard. Dai’s answer didn’t surprise me. I was sure she said no because she thought Pryce would walk through one of the walls and ask her if she’d lost her damn mind for even thinking about another nigga. As far as Danae and Thyri, it just didn’t seem like they were that spontaneous. The waiter walked over just before we could circle around to someone else’s tea.
“Good afternoon, my name is Pierre, and I’ll be your waiter for today. Have you beautiful ladies had a moment to look over the menu?”
“They have. I haven’t,” I answered for the table. “Do you have something that you’d recommend?”
He smiled politely. “If you’re in the mood for something from the sea, I’d recommend our Black Sea Bass. If you like a good steak, I’d point you to the Prime New York strip steak.”
“Mmm, I’ll do the sea bass. And the milk bread for the table please.” I handed him my menu, and he went down the line, taking the rest of the orders.
“Thank you, ladies. I’ll have your orders out shortly.”
He didn’t get a few feet away from the table before everyone decided that my tea was next up to be spilled.
“So…” Danae started, “Key, would you mind giving the class an update on you and Mr.LoveInTheClub?”
“Girlllll,” Amil dragged, sitting up in her seat.
“Bitch, you too messy,” I said, laughing.
“Shiidddd,” she replied.
“Okay, now, y’all gon’ have to stop talkin’ in code,” Thyri chimed in.
“Girl, I hate that shit so bad,” Danae agreed. “Aura and Enzo do that shit, and I be so tight. You know I’m nosey.”
Thyri laughed, shaking her head. “I just leave the room now. That’s a Sullivan thing.”
