I'd Rather Be With You by Mary B. Morrison

Author:Mary B. Morrison [Morrison, Mary B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Erotica, African American, Contemporary Women
ISBN: 9780758273093
Google: -YlFngEACAAJ
Amazon: 0758273037
Publisher: Dafina
Published: 2013-07-30T10:16:14+00:00

CHAPTER 26

Loretta

I had no remorse. That passé blanc, light enough to pass for white, black bitch finally got what she deserved.

Next time, I bet, Madison won’t think about touching me—let alone pulling out my hair. Turning down the opportunity to leave work early yesterday and deliver a package to the hospital where Madison was, I’d left the pharmacy at three in the afternoon, at the end of my regular shift.

Dancing around my living room, I felt the ballerina inside of me curtsy for the first time. I finally had gotten the courage to tell Madison how I felt. I tried standing on my tiptoes. “Ow,” I said, falling to the floor. I rolled on the carpet with laughter.

Get it together, Loretta, I told myself. “Stop acting silly. What you did was wrong.”

I regrouped. For a moment I allowed myself to release my frustrations, as opposed to holding it all in. Madison didn’t hold back. Neither did Tisha. Why did I care so much about what others thought about me? Because I’m a Christian that didn’t mean I was a saint.

Yesterday was the perfect storm. More accidents and additional trauma meant hospital staff was busier than normal. Doctors were writing prescriptions. The pharmacy was insanely backed up because more people than usual needed meds.

After picking up my daughter from her school, I went to an ATM, knowing the surveillance camera would capture me making a withdrawal. The timing would be a little off; but if Madison pressed charges, and she wasn’t sure of the time I’d arrived at her room, I could use being at the ATM to my benefit.

Bad weather terrified my mother and increased the odds that she’d be home. I couldn’t leave my daughter in the car by herself in a parking lot at the hospital. I wasn’t that crazy. My parents’ house was a little out of the way, but it was worth the trip.

I’d asked, “Mom, can you watch Raynell for an hour? I need to run a quick errand.” Of course my mother had agreed, as she was happy to have the company.

My next location was room 911. How appropriate. But before I got there, I’d texted Chicago: Haven’t heard from you. We really need to talk. He was the one who had initiated an apology and had suggested we get together, but I hadn’t heard from him since he’d sent me that text.

He texted back: At the office, headed to a meeting, then I have to visit Madison at the hospital.

Men always gave too much information to their mistresses. Not enough to their wives. I was actually surprised he’d replied. Obviously, he was avoiding me. He should’ve given me options for another day or time, but it was easier for him to reply but not commit? Chicago and Chaz cutting me off added to the reasons I’d paid Madison that visit.

Simply explaining that I was at work or with my daughter wouldn’t keep me from being arrested. If I was sentenced, I’d probably lose my job and my house—and I’d barely see my family.

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