Disappearing Acts by Terry McMillan

Author:Terry McMillan [McMillan, Terry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781101657720
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2012-07-30T16:00:00+00:00

12

“So what you wanna do?” I asked.

“Anything but stay home, Franklin.”

“Well, all the best shows and concerts is already sold out, and I ain’t spending no seventy-five dollars to go nowhere and dance—I’m telling you that right now.”

“Why not? We can afford to splurge at least one day out of the year. Where’s the newspaper?”

“Call some of your girlfriends. One of ’em should know where a decent party is. Try Portia—she’s like Rona Barrett when it comes to what’s happening, ain’t she?”

“You don’t like Portia, do you?”

“Did I say I didn’t like her?”

“No, but you always make such sarcastic remarks about her.”

“Well, I didn’t mean to sound sarcastic. Call her.”

“I will, in a minute. Let me look through the paper first.”

“Ain’t Marie supposed to be stopping by on New Year’s?”

“That’s what she said, but you never can tell about Marie. She might have forgotten.”

“Call her up to remind her.”

“Why? Do you want to see her that bad?”

“I just thought she was an all right lady, and I dug her style. Besides, she’s funny as hell, and she is a friend of yours, ain’t she?”

“Don’t think I didn’t see the way you were staring at her boobs that night.”

My face felt hot. Shit, who wouldn’t stare at ’em when they looking you dead in the face? I ain’t used to seeing Zora act jealous. I love it. Every once in a while, when we’re walking down the street and she notice my eyes on some young girl’s ass, she’ll say, “Like what you see?” “What’s that?” I ask, and the whole time I’m trying to keep the grin off my face. “If you want it, why don’t you go on over there and try to get it?” I play dumb. “I don’t know what you talking about, baby.” This is when she usually hiss and start walking faster than me. Hell, I ain’t thinking about no young girls. Any man in his right mind’ll look at a eighteen-year-old ass when it’s squeezed into something tight. It’s called lust, and why women always think just ’cause we looking means we want it, I don’t know. The woman I want is walking on my side. All this shit is a test. If she loves you, she’ll get pissed off, which almost always guarantee you gon’ get some super-deluxe loving that night—’cause she’ll fuck you like she got something to prove. But if she don’t act concerned one way or another, a man gets to wondering what the real deal is.

“I wasn’t staring at Marie’s breasts, Zora. They was begging everybody in the whole damn place to look!” I started laughing, and to my surprise, she thought the shit was funny too.

She was leaning over the kitchen counter, flipping through the paper, and I walked up behind her and pushed Tarzan against that sweet round ass of hers. “Franklin, get away from me. I’m not kidding.”

“I just wanna feel you, baby. But if you want me to wait till Marie gets over here, fine with me.

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