Page 40 of On Everything
“I know, not yet, but you can be if you still on that. I think we have a way to make that happen now.”
“And how is that? You have at least five thousand dollars to start this insemination process?”
“I have more than that.”
She looked down at the ground before looking over to me.
“Look, I have to tell you something, but you have to promise me that you will never say shit about this to nobody. Not your mama, not Ciara, not your brother. Nobody.”
“Babe, you’re scaring me.”
“I’m not trying to. I just need to know that you’re going to ride for your girl.”
“Emoney, haven’t I always been there for you?”
She grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side of the pathway next to a tree.
“Babe, the rats hang under this tree.”
“I know, I know, just listen to me, Nelle. I have something upstairs that is about to make us more money than we thought we could ever have.”
“Something like what? Ebony, what do you have in my house?”
“Just listen to me. Let me explain first.”
“Nah, I’m going up there.”
She grabbed my arm, making me instantly get defensive, I’ve hated when people touched me unwarranted since I was a child.
“Unt, unt. Let me go. What the hell is going on?”
I broke free from her and walked up to the building, traveling all the way to our floor with Ebony on my trail.
“Listen, Pernelle. I’m trying to explain to you, but you acting dumb. Wait, can you just stop?”
I ignored her ass all the way up to the stairwell. That’s when she grabbed me one more time just before I could open the door.
“How the fuck you say you love me when you can never listen to what I have to say? Just fucking listen to me, Pernelle! You doing the god damn most before I even said a word.”
“Because Ebony, your ass is really fucking scaring me right now. What is in our apartment?”
She held her head to her chest and then looked up the stairs and down before she spoke.
“Alright, to make a long story short, since your ass is impatient. We have Hov’s girlfriend Cashmier up in our apartment and we asking him for five hundred grand before he can get her back.”
“What!”
My voice echoed in the stairwell and Emoney placed her hand on my mouth.
“Shh, shh, shh, baby. Let me explain.”
“Explain what, E? Do you know how fucking dumb you are to take the girlfriend of fucking Hov, then ask for money. Are you crazy? Whose fucking idea was this? Elijah’s?”
“No, it wasn’t!”
“Then whose was it! Yours! Are you that dumb?”
“It was her idea, baby. Cashmier’s.”
