Page 152 of When a Soul Cries
“I ain't on nobody's side.”
“Well, it damn sure don't sound like it.”
I tightened my grip on the wheel.
“She standing there looking at me like *I* did something to *her*. After everything that girl did. After all that shit she caused.”
Denise sighed.
“Trice—”
“And she got a baby.”
Silence.
“A baby?”
“Yep.”
“How old?”
“The fuck I know? About one, I guess.”
“A girl?”
“Yeah.”
Denise went quiet again, but this silence felt different.
“What she look like?”
I frowned. “Like a damn baby, Denise. What the fuck you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
My stomach tightened.
“No, I don't.”
“Trice. Who the baby look like?”
I stared straight ahead.
“I don't know.”
The answer came too fast.
“And I know that bitch ain't trying to say that's Mack's baby.”
“Did Soleia say that?”
“No.”
“Did that man say it?”
“No.”
“Then why did your mind go there?”
