Page 58 of Sunday

There was a lunch crowd exiting the restaurant when I approached. I stood on the sidewalk and looked around, waiting to see if she would exit any time soon. Some movement in the parking lot caught my eye, and I turned to see what was going on.

I tilted my head and noticed Sunday kneeling at the rear passenger side of a car. She hugged a woman and then kissed her cheek before she stood.

Anger flared up in me, and all I could see was Taylor and Monica all over again. What the fuck was wrong with me that I kept chasing my women away to other women? I mean, they weren’t even cheating with other dudes. That was some shit that I could compete with. This was beyond me.

I started walking across the parking lot just as the car door closed and the car pulled off. There was an Uber sticker in the rear window.

“Sunday!”

She turned around with wide eyes, and her mouth dropped open.

“What’s going on?”

“What are you doing here, Cedar?”

“I came to take my woman to lunch.”

“Are you spying on me?”

“The fuck is you talking about? I came to take you to lunch.”

She shook her head and started walking across the parking lot.”

“Where you going, Sunny? Was that your little friend you were talking to? How come I can’t meet her?”

People passing us were glancing in our direction.

“Cedar, you’re really doing too much right now.”

“Or maybe I’m not doing enough. Ya damn sure running to your li’l friend every chance you get.”

“I am so tired of this!”

“Tired of what?” I hollered back.

“You. Every time I turn around, you’re comparing me to Taylor. If she’s all you can see, then maybe that’s who you should be with.”

“Watch it,” I warned. My chest heaved, and my jaws clenched tightly together.

“Why should I? I don’t have to put up with this anymore,” she hissed and threw her hands in the air.

“What you gon’ do?”

Her face turned red as she scrunched it up. “You’re embarrassing the hell out of me. We’ll talk when we get home.”

I snickered. “You don’t fucking dismiss me, Sunny. Nah, we ’bout to settle this shit right now.”

“No, we’re not. I’ll explain it to you later.”

“No, I want answers now.”

“This isn’t the time or place to have this conversation.”

“You tell me now, Sunday, or we ain’t got shit to talk about.”

“Then I guess we have nothing to talk about.”

She turned and walked away. I was right behind her.

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