Don't Ask, Don't Tell by M. T. Pope

Author:M. T. Pope [Pope, M. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Gay, Lesbian, African American, General, Urban
ISBN: 9781601623386
Google: 5p1WngEACAAJ
Amazon: 1601623380
Barnesnoble: 1601623380
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2012-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Lela kept her word and we talked on the phone or texted each other every single day. Even when she was busy, she always found time in her busy schedule just to call to let me know she’d been thinking about me. I’d been thinking a lot about her too, and even though much hadn’t changed in my relationship with Aaron, I was preparing myself to tell him that I didn’t want to go through with the marriage. The timing, however, never seemed right. We were never alone at his office, and even when we were, someone would come in and interrupt us. I’d even invited him to dinner at my penthouse, but that was cancelled because he had to rush out of town on business. On two of the days that he was gone, Lela’s husband had been called to the Pentagon to handle some business. She’d been to my penthouse and I’d been to her house, which was located on the base. I loved spending time with her, and on Thursday night, we sat yoga style on the floor in her family room, playing Uno.

“You are such a cheater,” she said, looking at the last card in my hand, wondering what color it was.

“Don’t be mad at me because I have a good strategy and you don’t.”

“Is that what you think? You think this game is a strategic game, and not about how the cards come up in the deck?”

“No matter how they come up, you’d better know how to play them. If not, I’m afraid you’re going to lose again.”

Lela slowly drew from the deck, slamming down a “draw four” on me.

“A www w,” I shouted and playfully fell back to the floor. Lela crawled over me, and just as she was about to kiss me, my cell phone rang. Any other time it wouldn’t have mattered, but since it was almost nine o’clock, and no one usually called me at this time, I thought something was wrong. I moved away from Lela, and crawled over to the table to get my phone. It was my mother.

“Yes, Momma,” I said, holding the cell phone up to my ear. I could hear her crying.

“Where are you?” she asked, then sniffled.

My heart dropped. “I’m at a friend’s house. What’s the matter?”

“It’s Kate. I ... I need you to come quickly. She needs you.”

“Okay. I’m on my way.”

I put my phone in my purse and hurried to stand up. “I have to go. Something is going on at my mother’s house and she needs me.”

Lela reached for the keys to her truck. “I’ll go with you. No need for you to be alone on the highway by yourself and I don’t want you speeding to get there.”

We left, and while in Lela’s truck, I wondered what had gone wrong. Had Kate been ill? She didn’t seem like herself when I last visited and was quiet more than anything. I felt bad that I hadn’t been in touch with her

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