“Why the fuck you interrogating me?”
“Because I’m trying to understand how deep the hole is before I loan your ass four thousand dollars.”
I laughed.
“Man.”
“You leaving Sam?”
“Hell no.”
That came out immediately.
Didn’t even have to think about it.
Frozo got quiet.
I looked over at him.
“You just answered that fast as hell.”
“Because I’m not leaving my wife.”
“But Heather know that?”
I didn’t say shit.
“Exactly.”
“Heather be emotional.”
“She’s pregnant, nigga.”
“She was emotional before that.”
“That don’t answer the question.”
I leaned my head against the seat.
“I love Sam.”
Frozo looked over.
I frowned.
“Don’t do that shit.”
“Do what?”
“Make that face.”
“What face?”
“That judgmental-ass face.”
“I ain’t judging you.”
“Yes, the fuck you are.”