Page 41 of Feeling Blue

“Daddy, feed my baby!” Azayna yelled.

“I’m finna feed this boy. Y’all hang up and enjoy your break before I drop his ass back off.” Pat told them before ending the call. “Go get your stuff, we finna go eat.”

Zon nodded and took off into the house. As soon as he was gone, they all laughed and made jokes about him and Blue before the conversation grew serious again.

“So, you’re done with the streets?”

A shrug of his shoulders was Blue’s response to Jugg.

“It’s all I know, but I know Forever ain’t gon’ be trying to hear it.”

“You a man. You got to get your bread. You just said she trust you, she might not trip.”

“She might not, but I’ll see. Got to feel her out some more.”

“I don’t know why this nigga trying to play Forever like she’s green, her sister is Slim Goody.”

“The rapper?” Wale all but yelled.

Jugg and Rico both looked at him with wide-eyed looks. “That girl that sings thatReal Bitches Onlysong?” Rico called out Goody’s newest song, making Blue smile.

“Hard ain’t it?”

“Hell yeah, my baby mama and her homegirls stay blasting it. She play it so much around the house, even I be listening to it now,” Rico continued to rant. “And that’s your girl’s sister?”

Blue nodded.

“Aye, put me on.”

“She married, cuz, and didn’t you just say you stay with your baby mama?”

“So, I just wanna fuck.”

Blue shook his head and laughed. “I dare you to tell her that when you see her.”

“Lil’ bitch don’t fuck around, do she?” Jugg responded.

Blue stood to his feet. “Not at all, but I’ma holla at y’all. Forever got a hair appointment.”

“This nigga turning into a househusband,” Pat commented, making them all laugh.

Finding just as much humor in it himself, Blue laughed along with them as he headed for his truck.

“Fuck all y’all. I’m happy.”

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The smell of chemicals and blow dryers took over the air and made Blue cough a little. It was smoke everywhere, and he could barely breathe. Although he’d blown on his share of weedand smoke was a product of that, hair salon smoke was worse, and he couldn’t wait to get out of there. He’d brought Forever to some natural hair shop she’d researched on the computer and was doing his best to stay sane.

As patient as he always was, Blue chilled in one of the salon chairs at the front of the salon, using his phone to check on a few things. He’d watched Forever for as long as he could see her, but she’d been placed under the dryer, and he couldn’t really see her anymore, so he handled his own business.

“Blue?”

Contemplating on whether he wanted to look up or not, Blue continued pecking away on his phone. When he felt a presence next to him, he looked to the side before returning his gaze to his phone without uttering any correspondence.

“You must be in here with that girl?” Dylan asked him while looking around the salon for Forever. “Oh, there she goes. I see her. Where she from?”

“Dylan, what’s good?”

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