Page 20 of The Family Man

“Hey, brats. You guys enjoyed class? Thanks for coming.” She smiles at us. Her skin glows after yoga. It’s like her body is happy. She slowly takes down her locs, placing them over her shoulders.

“Who are you going out with Friday? She has a date,” Anise says before Cassia could ask.

Cassia’s eyes open and a broad mischievous smile graces her face. “Tell me it’s Mc. Fuckable next door.”

“Really with that name?” I shake my head at Cassia, I have no idea where she gets these names from.

“It’s a work in progress. Is it him?” Cassia asks, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I nod my head and they both start to scream!

“Oh, you will need our help tomorrow. I will call Rosey,” Anise says.

What? I didn’t need their help. “I don’t need your help.”

“Humor us. We haven’t been on a date like in forever,” Cassia says as she begins to pack the yoga blocks away.

“Speak for yourself, boo.” Anise looks around the yoga studio catching the eye of a guy as he leaves the studio.

“Well, I haven’t been on one. Let me live vicariously through you. We can make it a wine thing.” Cassia’s smile broadens, and she gives me those big puppy eyes.

I look at Cassia, and I can’t disappoint my baby sister.

“Fine.” Best I give in now.

“Oh, Mom, will be back from Barbados in three weeks. She rang me this morning,” Anise says.

My mom and I had a strained relationship since my dad died.

“How is she doing?” I ask while fiddling with the strap of my carrying bag.

“She is good. Now about Sir dickalious,” Cassy says as she wriggles her fingers at me. Anise cringes at the name she just made and sticks her tongue out like she tasted something nasty.

“Exactly, Cassy stop it.”

“I did say it’s a work in progress. Is it a dinner date?”

“He told me to dress comfortably and be ready at 7.” I still didn’t know what he was planning.

“Oh!” Cassia says.

“What? How do you feel about a date that is not like a formal dinner?” Anise asks.

I know that I have standards, but time has taught me to be flexible. “I am excited. I’m open to change and a good time.”

“YES! SAGE! YES!” Anise dances around the room.

“Calm down won’t you,” Cassia says, moving swiftly around the room to pick up more yoga blocks.

“Okay, okay, now how do you feel about a track suit?” Anise asks.

I leer at her like she was going nuts. “A track suit?”

“It will enhance your butt, and they also have the crop-top kind,” Anise exclaims.

“Thanks, but no. I already know what I am wearing.” I adjust the strap of my bag, when I glance out the window and Rosey is getting out of a black luxury car, she fixes her skirt, adjusts her blouse and touches her hair. Her smile is bright as she nods and closes the door.

Cassia and Anise are still talking about my outfit, as Rosey enters the yoga studio.

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