God Ain't Through Yet by Mary Monroe

Author:Mary Monroe [Monroe, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Women's Fiction, Friendship
ISBN: 0758238592
Amazon: B004UI5NN2
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2011-05-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 33

As soon as Pee Wee’s eyes returned back to the way they normally looked, he asked in a small voice, “What do you mean by that?”

“You had been walking around with a long face for a while before she started working for you. Now you’re not. And the place looks so nice inside now!” I motioned toward the building with my head. “And I know a woman’s touch when I see it.”

“Yeah, Lizzie was the one who convinced me to get them walls painted. Yellow is her favorite color.”

“I see. Hmmm. You know, she’s such a godsend that the least we can do is have her over for dinner one Sunday. Maybe now that she’s come so far out of her shell, you can introduce her to one of your boys—if you haven’t done that already. You must have at least one middle-aged friend who would appreciate a middle-aged lady friend.” I chuckled, he gasped.

“Uh, she ain’t all the way out of her shell just yet. But she’s, uh, gettin’ there!” He was stumbling over his words like a man who had just learned to speak our language. “Um, I…a couple of my boys done already dropped a few hints about takin’ her over to the Red Rose for a few drinks.”

“That’s nice.” I leaned forward and kissed Pee Wee on the lips. He was surprised at first, but when he responded he overdid it. His lips covered mine and started sucking with so much vigor—like a toilet plunger—that I thought he was trying to swallow me whole. That was an unpleasant thought, but this was an unpleasant kiss.

“Baby, I’m so glad to see you,” he said. “You look so nice today!”

“Now, if you are going to behave like Romeo, we’d better get a room,” I teased, pulling away. “You’ve never sucked on my face like that,” I quipped. “Is everything all right?”

“Like I said, I’m just glad to see you, baby,” he insisted. He slid a finger along the side of my face. “We’ll finish this when I get home this evenin’,” he said with a wink.

I refused to listen to a little voice in my head that was telling me something was wrong. It was the same voice that had tried to get my attention when Jade was harassing me. My mama had told me that there’d be days like this, and she’d also offered me another one of her off-the-wall comments: “De-nial ain’t just a river in Africa; sometimes it’s a woman’s biggest excuse….” Was I denying to myself that I was in denial?

After I got back to my car, I sat in it for a few minutes, looking toward the barbershop. Lizzie was peeping from the front window like a nosy neighbor.

I didn’t even wait to get back to my office to call Rhoda. I was so stupefied I couldn’t. I stopped at the first payphone I saw, which was directly across the street from Pee Wee’s barbershop. My eyes were still on his front window as I dialed Rhoda’s number.

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