Page 27 of Other Woman Drama
Barry’s reply came in while Silver was still in the bathroom.
Barry:
Bring the little dirt bag with you. I don’t care.
The little dirt bag.
What a piece of work.
“What’d he say?” Silver asked.
I’d been so engrossed in her phone that I hadn’t paid attention to her coming back up.
Fuck.
“Why do you have your dad’s name in there as Barry?” I asked. “Why not Dad?”
I didn’t bother to hide that I was reading her messages.
What would be the point?
She didn’t bother calling me out on my obvious invasion of privacy.
“Because that’s how I refer to him,” she replied. “At least, when I’m not in his presence. He gets bent out of shape when I do it in front of him. He says it’s disrespectful, and since I tend to hate hearing him blather on and on about it, I try to remember.”
“He called Riggens a dirt bag.” I pushed her phone toward her without replying with the ‘fuck you’ that was on the tip of my tongue.
She pulled her phone up into her hands and furiously started typing away.
Only when she was done did she throw it down on the table with an angry scowl.
Since it slid toward me and sideways slightly, I was able to read her reply.
Silver:
I told you once, and I won’t tell you again. I will not tolerate you calling him names. He’s a sweet little boy that belongs to my beloved sister. If you don’t like that, then maybe you should take a step out of my life.
Surprise flitted through me.
My gaze flicked up to hers, but hers was on Moran that was outside with her arms still behind her back, glaring hard at the officer that was in front of her.
The officer was talking to her, likely telling her she was a dumbass, and he kept gesturing toward Aella’s car.
“What do you think he’s saying to her?” Silver asked, confirming my suspicions.
“I think that he’s telling her she’s a stupid bitch,” I grumbled.
Riggens chose that moment to grunt his frustration, and I chose to pull him out of the seat before he got going for real.
Dorothy came by as I was pulling him into my arms.
“That’s the biggest six-month-old I’ve ever seen,” Dorothy admitted.
“Agreed,” I said as I pulled Riggens’ bulk into my lap and handed him a spoon. “Dorothy, would you mind bringing me a breakfast sampler?”
Dorothy nodded and turned to Silver. “I’ll have the same. I’ll just take what we had earlier home and put it in Aella’s fridge.”
“You got it,” Dorothy left with a flourish.
