When He Cheatin' and You Still Love Him by Cachet Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Naomi cuts her eyes at me quickly, before she responds with a simple, “I guess.”
    “Well, he left soon after. I don’t know where the hell he went. I swear I called his phone back to back. You already know that his ass ain’t answer.”
    “Did he ever come back home?” she inquired, turning back towards the sink.
    “Yeah he did, but not until it was time for me to walk out the door for work.” I pick up a scalpel and examine it closely, before scrubbing it with a wire bristle and detergent. When I see that it’s clean, I go back to my story. “I was in the house losing my damn mind wondering if he was going to make it on time to get my baby.”
    “Why did he need to get Kendrick? You kept him home from scho—” Naomi pauses, “Oh shit, never mind. I forgot he was sick. How is my handsome godson doing anyway?”
    “He’s slowly getting better. Not well enough to go back to school, but not as sick as he was in the beginning.”
    “That’s good. Hopefully that stupid stomach bug passes. He probably got it from one of those sick ass kids in school.” Naomi turned on the water and cleaned the suds off of a pair of scissors. When she was finished, she sat it inside the clean bin with the other instruments. “You know damn well some of these parents know their children be sick, and still send them to school. They don’t give a damn that their kids are passing their germs to everyone in the classroom, as long as they don’t have to deal with their sick asses.”
    “I know, but it ain’t nothing I can do about it. He’s gotta go to school.”
    “Yeah he does, but I’d be the parent kicking somebody’s ass if I found out that they knew their child was sick and sent them anyway.” I laugh because I swear this chick is a damn character.
    Naomi Butler is my best friend, and has been for the past seven years. As she’s stated, she’s also Kendrick’s godmother. We met the day I started this job and from our very first introduction I could tell that she was a cool, down-to-earth person. That day I found out that she was going to be my trainer for the next few weeks. From there we just clicked, and have been as thick as thieves ever since. There is not much to say about Naomi other than the fact that she’s real. As long as I’ve known her she’s never been one to bite her tongue. If she’s feeling some kind of way about you, she’ll surely let you know, and won’t give two shits about how you feel afterwards. That is one of the things that I love most about her. The other is her confidence.
    Think about the actress Monique when she was on “The Parkers”. Naomi puts you in the mind of her. The only difference is the fact that Monique is slightly taller than Naomi’s five-foot-six frame, but other than that one would think they were sisters. They have the exact same build, and even though Naomi always jokes about being fat, I think she carries her weight just fine. She’s well-proportioned and knows that she’s beautiful. Naomi is one of the flyest females that I know, and I’m not just saying that because she’s my best friend. Her hair is always done and when we’re not at work covered in ugly protective gear, she’s dressed to impress. I admire the fact that she takes a lot of pride in her appearance, and wish that I had even a small percentage of the confidence that she does.
    “Anyways,” I tell her getting back to my story. “It was ten minutes before it was time for me to leave, and in walks his funky ass. Girl, he was drunk as hell. I was so mad I wanted to punch him in his fucking face.”
    “And you should have,” she told me. "I would have knocked his ass upside the head for not only leaving out the house in the middle of the night, but for waiting until the last minute to bring his ass home,” she snaps, as always speaking her mind. Naomi isn’t a fan of Terry’s and she doesn’t pretend to be. “You’re better than me. Let Derrick try some shit like that, he