Page 66 of Legend's Legacy
“I know.” Mauri sobbed.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong. My shit wasn’t all cool either, but still, you were supposed to be my girl. My sister and I needed to work that out, but not with your interference.”
“Were you ever going to tell her, though, Josi? Every time we talked, you were stressing about her finding out. You kept saying that you wanted all that shit behind you, and you wished she already knew and y’all could be on the other side of it.”
“So, what? You decided to be a genie in a muthafuckin’ bottle?” Josi snapped.
“I don’t know. When I first called Eliana, I told myself that I was trying to help. I convinced myself that maybe her response wouldn’t be as bad as we thought it would be. Then I was angry because I felt like you shouldn’t have put anyone in that situation. It was selfish. You needed to tell someone so that you could get it off your chest, and I became that someone. I didn’t ask you for that shit, Josi, and it was hard carrying around.”
“Why didn’t you come to me, Jo?” I asked softly, grabbing her hand.
“Because you’re always the good one of the three of us. You’re always the one talking about morals and values.”
“In my job, boo. You don’t see me always living that shit in real life. Hell, I went to a hotel with a stranger. Who am I to judge?” I cried out.
“You just don’t know. Mauri and I always compare ourselves to you. When we’re trying to determine if we should do something or not, we ask ourselves and each other, what would Legacy do?”
“That’s not fair.”
“You’re a good girl, Lacy,” Mauri countered.
“I just do what God places in my heart to do, but I’m no better than anyone else, especially not you two. I fail all the time.”
“Do you remember how angry you were at me when you realized that it was me who told on Josi?”
“Mauri, you would have been just as angry if I had done the same thing,” I rebutted.
“Not necessarily. I would have understood where you were coming from and been angry that Josi put you in that situation,” Mauri explained.
I sighed and covered my face with my hands before I glanced at Josi. “Baby, why did you put any of us in that situation?”
She dropped her head into her hands. “You don’t understand how things are with Khalan and me. It’s not that simple with us. I love that man, and I always have. Long before my sister met him, I loved him.”
“What? How is that?” I asked.
“I met him years before she did. We lost contact over the years. She dated him for seven months before they moved back here. I knew she was dating a guy, but not him.”
“Didn’t the name ring a bell?” Mauri asked.
“She calls him by his first name: Daniel.”
“Oh, shit,” Mauri and I declared at the same time.
“Right.”
“So, what’s with you two now?” I asked.
“We’re trying to figure some things out. That’s another story for another day,” Josi replied softly.
“We’re here for you if you need us,” I professed and grabbed her hand.
Mauri grabbed her other hand and squeezed it. “Me too, sis, if you can forgive me.”
Josi pulled her hands from ours, leaned over, and grabbed Mauri in a hug. “I’ll forgive your treacherous ass, bitch.”
I laughed, and so did Mauri. When they pulled away from each other, Mauri looked at me. “Will you forgive me, too, friend?”
“I already did. I just needed space to get my mind and life together.”
