Tears on a Sunday Afternoon - Michael Presley [45]
“Does it involve pussy?” he inquired, dazzling me with the whiteness of his teeth.
“Yeah, something like that. How are Andria and your son doing?”
“The little man is five now and he thinks he could take me. But I have some moves to show him. Emerald must be big now,” Rashaun said as we sat down.
“Yeah, he is and smart as hell,” I boasted.
“The boys and I still can’t believe that you could have a son so smart,” Rashaun said.
“What do you guys mean by that? Emerald takes after his father, the genius.” I made an effort not to laugh.
“Okay, Donald, we won’t go any further with that one.” Rashaun drank some of the water from his glass. “When are you leaving that shitty situation you’re in?”
“If I could do it tomorrow, I would, but that’s easier said than done.”
“Yeah, I feel you. Remember what I had to go through?”
“Yeah, crazy-ass Kim. Have you heard from her since she left New York?” I asked.
Rashaun shook his head. “You had to go there, didn’t you?”
“Man, if you don’t feel like talking about it, we don’t have to.”
“Good afternoon, gentlemen. Have you all decided on your order?” The waitress was petite with her hair in a ponytail.
We both picked up the menu and scanned through it the same time.
“Let me have the chicken sandwich,” Rashaun said.
“And to drink?” she asked.
“Heineken,” Rashaun answered.
My face and my mouth were aching so I ordered pasta with broiled fish; along with a beer. When the waitress had left the table, Rashaun spoke, “Kim called me about a month ago. She left a voice mail saying that she was coming to New York and wanted to talk. She claimed that she had something very important to discuss with me.”
The waitress returned with the Heinekens and placed them on our table.
“What’s left for you and her to discuss?” I asked.
“I don’t really know. I’ve heard that she’s married with a young girl and her career has really taken off in Washington. I would assume that the change of scenery had worked out well for her. I can’t think of anything that we would need to discuss.”
Rashaun picked up his Heineken. I drank some of my mine as well.
“Rashaun, you never know what women will do. She was crazy about you; I’m sure you knew that. You’ve gone on with your life and she seems to have done the same.”
The waitress reappeared with our food.
“Donald, I don’t want to see or hear from that woman. Kim did a lot of damage to me. I’m happily married with a son and another child on the way. My practice is chugging along and, when I wake up in the morning, I don’t have to be concerned about what will happen next. Peace of mind is a good thing.”
I raised the Heineken to his. “Cheers, my friend, on your upcoming arrival. But, please, I don’t want to be another Godparent. We’re cool but I’d have to decline.”
Rashaun placed the beer down on the table and started in on the food. “I feel the same way. Andria doesn’t want to tell anyone about the pregnancy since anything could happen in the first trimester. I assured her that we won’t have the same kind of drama we had when Wisdom was born. That part of our life is over.”
I looked at Rashaun; he seemed much happier these days. The phone call from Kim obviously had him shook, but he’d soon forget about it and go on with his life.
“That’s good, my brother. All that drama is behind you.”
“So, what about you, Donald? Can my practice assist you with anything?” Rashaun asked. “And don’t worry about paying us; I’ve got you covered.”
Rashaun was a good man. If my situation ever led to standing in front of a judge, I definitely planned to take him up on the offer. But my fight was different. Blood had been drawn and blood would have to be spilled to finish this battle.
“I’m definitely going to keep that in mind. You know your shit. I saw how you got Tyrone off.”
Rashaun looked at his phone. “Thanks, Man, but I’ve got to go. I have to pick up Wisdom.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I have to pick up Emerald from school a little later myself. Don’t worry about the bill; I’ve got it.”
Rashaun rose and I followed suit. We