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Christy stood at the bottom of the bleachers looking around. It seemed like she was always the first to arrive at the games. She scanned
the gym for Mekyla.
“Christy,” said a voice behind her.
She turned around. “Hello, Jennifer. I didn’t know you were coming to the game.” They began to climb the stairs into the bleachers.
Jennifer shrugged. “I always come to the game. Is Mekyla coming? I forgot to ask her.”
“Yes, she’s going to be here.”
“Who were you looking around for just now, Christy? Cashmere isn’t here yet, if that’s who it was.”
They found their favorite spot and sat down.
“You’re a piece of work, Jennifer.”
Jennifer smiled as she looked a few steps down.
“I have just been saved by Mekyla.”
“What are you talking about, Jennifer?” said Mekyla climbing the last couple of steps.
“Christy was just telling me that I was the best piece of art she’s seen yet.”
“Hey Christy, have you been here long?”
“No, I just got here.”
“Have you seen her?”
“Oh, so you were looking for Ms. Cashmere.” Mekyla sat down.
“No, our Girl Scout here says she hasn’t seen her, and if she hasn’t seen her, she’s not here. Trey is supposed to meet a couple of
clients here tonight.”
“His clients are coming to the game?”
“Yes, that’s what he said, Mekyla.”
“What are you guys going to do after the game?”
“No, not me, remember. He’s taking them out for a business dinner afterwards and said that I would just be bored if I came along.”
“Oh, yeah, I remember us talking about that.”
“Is this a female he’s taking out to dinner?” Jennifer asked, hanging on every word Mekyla and Christy spoke.
“Now why do you need to know that, Jennifer?” Christy said, furrowing her brow.
“I was just wondering, that’s all.”
“I told Ian about my date in Austin,” said Mekyla.
Both Christy and Jennifer snapped to attention.
“Get out of here, girl, you’re telling a tale,” said Christy.
“No, I told him.”
“Well, what did he say or not say, do or not do?” said Jennifer. She looked at Christy, who was laughing. “Just to cover everything in one
question.”
“Well he semi-blew up at me. I think the blow was kinda softened a little, because we had sort of just finished making love. So it kinda
turned me on.”
“You are a sick individual, Mekyla,” said Christy. “Don’t play with fire. You just might get burned.”
“What are you saying?”
“What you told me, Mekyla. That I was to be careful what I asked for, because I just might get it. You were trying your hand with Ian, and
he probably bit a little. But the next time he’s going to give you back some of whatever fire you’re playing with.”
“You do listen to me, huh Christy? I do have to admit that I was scared a little.”
“I guess I’m missing something,” said Jennifer. “Did you sleep with this guy in Austin, Mekyla?”
“Oh look, Christy!” said Mekyla, pointing discreetly with her chin. “There’s Ms. Cashmere with her pink one on today. But she has
somebody with her. He’s a tall chocolate, baldheaded treat. So Christy, I guess we can lay Jennifer’s flight of imagination to rest.”
“Hey, that was something that I actually heard,” said Jennifer, ruffling at the challenge to her skill as a gossip. Then her eyes got wide.
“Okay, who is she waving at? And who just waved back with the biggest smile a man could ever have on his face? Mr. Trey Love. I rest
my case.”
Christy frowned. “Are you sure they were waving at each other?”
“Girl, you can still see Trey’s hand print in the air.”
“Christy, there has to be an explanation,” said Mekyla. “Let’s not start jumping to conclusions.”
Jennifer scoffed. “Mekyla, come on now. You just saw him waving at her.”
“Christy, let’s just go.”
“Why would I do that, Mekyla? I’m the wife, remember? You don’t screw with the person that has papers on the man. I’m going to go
down and say hello to her.” Christy stood up with a fake smile plastered on her face.
“I don’t think you should do that, Christy,” Mekyla said. She grabbed her sister’s wrist and pulled her back down to her seat.
“Let her go down there and have a little talk with her. What’s it going to hurt?”
“Jennifer, now you know that’s not a good idea. You’re a troublemaker. Why are you trying to start something?” Mekyla began to gather
her stuff, knowing it was time to leave and take Christy with her.
“I’m just saying, she’s a big girl, and she’s curious.”
“I’m going,” Christy said, standing up again.
Mekyla slung her purse over her shoulder and shot to her feet, barley managing to grab her sister by the sleeve. “Wait up, Christy. Don’t
go walking up on the lady like you’re bad. Remember, you could be wrong on this one.”
Christy looked over her shoulder. “But I could be right also, Mekyla.”
“Do you want to be right, Christy?”
“No, of course not. But I need to know. I need to know.”
the gym for Mekyla.
“Christy,” said a voice behind her.
She turned around. “Hello, Jennifer. I didn’t know you were coming to the game.” They began to climb the stairs into the bleachers.
Jennifer shrugged. “I always come to the game. Is Mekyla coming? I forgot to ask her.”
“Yes, she’s going to be here.”
“Who were you looking around for just now, Christy? Cashmere isn’t here yet, if that’s who it was.”
They found their favorite spot and sat down.
“You’re a piece of work, Jennifer.”
Jennifer smiled as she looked a few steps down.
“I have just been saved by Mekyla.”
“What are you talking about, Jennifer?” said Mekyla climbing the last couple of steps.
“Christy was just telling me that I was the best piece of art she’s seen yet.”
“Hey Christy, have you been here long?”
“No, I just got here.”
“Have you seen her?”
“Oh, so you were looking for Ms. Cashmere.” Mekyla sat down.
“No, our Girl Scout here says she hasn’t seen her, and if she hasn’t seen her, she’s not here. Trey is supposed to meet a couple of
clients here tonight.”
“His clients are coming to the game?”
“Yes, that’s what he said, Mekyla.”
“What are you guys going to do after the game?”
“No, not me, remember. He’s taking them out for a business dinner afterwards and said that I would just be bored if I came along.”
“Oh, yeah, I remember us talking about that.”
“Is this a female he’s taking out to dinner?” Jennifer asked, hanging on every word Mekyla and Christy spoke.
“Now why do you need to know that, Jennifer?” Christy said, furrowing her brow.
“I was just wondering, that’s all.”
“I told Ian about my date in Austin,” said Mekyla.
Both Christy and Jennifer snapped to attention.
“Get out of here, girl, you’re telling a tale,” said Christy.
“No, I told him.”
“Well, what did he say or not say, do or not do?” said Jennifer. She looked at Christy, who was laughing. “Just to cover everything in one
question.”
“Well he semi-blew up at me. I think the blow was kinda softened a little, because we had sort of just finished making love. So it kinda
turned me on.”
“You are a sick individual, Mekyla,” said Christy. “Don’t play with fire. You just might get burned.”
“What are you saying?”
“What you told me, Mekyla. That I was to be careful what I asked for, because I just might get it. You were trying your hand with Ian, and
he probably bit a little. But the next time he’s going to give you back some of whatever fire you’re playing with.”
“You do listen to me, huh Christy? I do have to admit that I was scared a little.”
“I guess I’m missing something,” said Jennifer. “Did you sleep with this guy in Austin, Mekyla?”
“Oh look, Christy!” said Mekyla, pointing discreetly with her chin. “There’s Ms. Cashmere with her pink one on today. But she has
somebody with her. He’s a tall chocolate, baldheaded treat. So Christy, I guess we can lay Jennifer’s flight of imagination to rest.”
“Hey, that was something that I actually heard,” said Jennifer, ruffling at the challenge to her skill as a gossip. Then her eyes got wide.
“Okay, who is she waving at? And who just waved back with the biggest smile a man could ever have on his face? Mr. Trey Love. I rest
my case.”
Christy frowned. “Are you sure they were waving at each other?”
“Girl, you can still see Trey’s hand print in the air.”
“Christy, there has to be an explanation,” said Mekyla. “Let’s not start jumping to conclusions.”
Jennifer scoffed. “Mekyla, come on now. You just saw him waving at her.”
“Christy, let’s just go.”
“Why would I do that, Mekyla? I’m the wife, remember? You don’t screw with the person that has papers on the man. I’m going to go
down and say hello to her.” Christy stood up with a fake smile plastered on her face.
“I don’t think you should do that, Christy,” Mekyla said. She grabbed her sister’s wrist and pulled her back down to her seat.
“Let her go down there and have a little talk with her. What’s it going to hurt?”
“Jennifer, now you know that’s not a good idea. You’re a troublemaker. Why are you trying to start something?” Mekyla began to gather
her stuff, knowing it was time to leave and take Christy with her.
“I’m just saying, she’s a big girl, and she’s curious.”
“I’m going,” Christy said, standing up again.
Mekyla slung her purse over her shoulder and shot to her feet, barley managing to grab her sister by the sleeve. “Wait up, Christy. Don’t
go walking up on the lady like you’re bad. Remember, you could be wrong on this one.”
Christy looked over her shoulder. “But I could be right also, Mekyla.”
“Do you want to be right, Christy?”
“No, of course not. But I need to know. I need to know.”
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