Your Husband My Trick by Solae Dehvine

Author:Solae Dehvine [Dehvine, Solae]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dehvine Publishing LLC

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Devil In A New City

Fendi

Riding around the city with Lark felt like old times. Some shit that I didn’t want to think about, and some things that made me laugh.

“You remember all that crazy shit we used to do, before I got really serious about my transition?” She laughed. “Girl, you used to have tissue in your bra, borrowing my clothes, and stealing wigs out the beauty supply.” She reminded me of the old days. Houston was a lot better than Atlanta already, riding through the streets with my sister made me realize how much I missed her.

Trickin niggas out they money and riding off in their cars. It was how we survived after Mama died, and if I had it to do over I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

“Wow really, you bring up the stealing wigs?” I had to laugh at that. At the time it wasn’t funny, but running out of the beauty supply with the owner chasing after you with a shotgun wasn’t the best way to live.

“Look, that’s the club I work at, over there.” She pointed to a warehouse looking building. I would’ve barely noticed it if she hadn’t pointed it out. Club Diamonds is what the sign said, with a few diamonds sparkling on the sign, but besides that it looked regular.

“You dancing?”

“Yeah bitch. I’m clapping this ass and making these coins. I don’t give a fuck no more.”

“I know that’s right, cuz. I wish I could move my ass to a beat. You always were the one with the clappers.” She laughed and so did I. It was like I always knew she would end up in some kind of profession making her own money. But with us, there was no judgement. Just how she supported me in my transition, I supported whatever she did. As long as Lark was happy, so was I.

“That’s wassup. So you a boss on that pole huh?” I couldn’t imagine my big sister flying around poles, shaking her ass. This was something I had to see.

“Hell yeah. You should see how much money I come out with. It's so much I gotta put it in trash bags. Take it home, dry it out and put it on the money counter.” She laughed but the way she was telling me things over the phone was that her business was barely making any money.

“Damn. That’s a part of the business they don’t tell you about.” I laughed, imagining her sitting naked with a hair dryer blowing hot air over thousands of dollar bills, while she’s lying to me on the phone about being broke. I didn’t say a word, I needed her help a few times but that's the shit that happens when you don’t have parents. You get by on whatever, just because Lark took care of me a little bit, didn’t mean she owed me shit, she wasn’t my Mama. Even the woman I called Mama wasn’t our mother, she was our grandmother. Our real Mama was gone in the wind before we learned how to count.

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