Page 27 of On Everything
“She still has a pussy, right?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Well, then she can get fucked. She probably wants to be fucked anyway. I’m sure you being stingy taking the strap?”
He chuckled condescendingly, taking a scoop of the red icee he was eating to his mouth before he walked back towards the court.
“Wow.”
“Okay, so he’s an asshole.” I shook my head, but Pernelle did not agree instantly as she usually does.
“Why didn’t I realize he was so fine before? Here I was thinking Hov was the finest nigga in New York. Crew gives him a run for his money.”
“Fine or not, he doesn’t have a good reputation, and you heard what Emoney said. She not trying to hurt nobody out here today.”
Pernelle smacked her lips.
“Yeah, I highly doubt Crew would be the one she goes after. She knows how this nigga is, I’m sure. Whew Jesus, I’m going to get in trouble out here.” She shimmied her shoulders as if she had the chills.
Next in line!
The icee lady got our attention. We stepped forward and Pernelle told her what she wanted as I looked over the menu to see if there was anything chocolate that I could get. Pernellehad unintentionally changed my icee craving again to whatever flavor Hov may taste like.
After all, this was the closest thing I would have to the real thing because I am not setting myself up for failure dealing with another popular nigga that everybody wants.
Pernell and I got our icee and strolled around the court to see who we could see out here.
“Girl, how many kids is Brenda going to have?”
Pernelle gossiped.
“I don’t know. I know that baby in her arms has to be baby number seven. I want two kids max.”
I placed the icee on my tongue to melt.
“Yes, have two so that one can be for me and one can be for you.”
“I thought you and Emoney were considering having a baby through the injection method one day?”
“I mean, it sounds good, but we looked into it and it’s way too expensive for our blood right now. She is telling me that we will be able to afford it one day soon, but I don’t know how she coming up with all that money. Plus…”
She exhaled like what she was about to say was hard.
“Plus, I don’t know about having a baby and not knowing who the father is at all. Like what if I’m getting sperm from an ax murderer or a rapist?”
“P, I’m sure they don’t take sperm from murders or rapist.”
“Bitch, they don’t know who they are taking sperm from. They just ejaculate in a cup and hand it over.”
“Well, if you are that scared of having a baby with a strange rapist’s DNA, then try getting sperm from someone you know. I’ve heard of people doing that before.”
“Ci, now you know all I know is ax murders and rapists. What you mean, friend?”
I don’t know why I belted out laughing at this fool, but I did.
“You are so unserious, Pernelle. You two will figure it out tho’.”
“Yeah, or maybe, I will have to figure it out on my own with someone else.” She shrugged her shoulder. I’m not sure what that last comment was about, but I know she had a different attitude about their future than she’d had in a while. Maybe something went on that I didn’t know about between those two. Or maybe it was all the eye candy floating around the block today.
