Page 68 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2

“I know my wife’s cooking.”

“Mama made enough,” she said with a smile.

“For us. Forourhouse.”

I made sure to put heavy emphasis on the word our. She rolled her eyes.

“I was just making sure he ate.”

Tahari looked like he wanted to disappear.

“I told her she ain’t have to bring me nothing, Mr. Browne.”

Sha finally stepped in front of him. This was his first time laying eyes on Tahari in person. He folded his arms and looked Tahari up and down.

“So, this the little nigga got my niece stealing food out her daddy’s refrigerator?”

Tahari’s ears turned red almost instantly.

“No, sir,” he said while rubbing the back of his neck. “She brought it on her own.”

Sha looked over at Maliah.

“You hear this? He is throwing ya ass under the bus already. Today it’s him telling on you about lunch. Tomorrow he’s trying to get you to take a charge for him.”

“It is not that serious, Uncle Sha. I just brought him lunch.”

“I can see that,” Sha nodded toward the Tupperware, “you damn near packed him a Thanksgiving plate.”

“Because he be skipping lunch.”

Tahari finally looked up.

“I don’t skip lunch.”

She gave him a look.

“You absolutely do.”

“I just get busy,” he tried to defend himself.

“I don’t give a fuck who is busy and who ain’t. Leave my wife’s cooking in the refrigerator,” I looked over at what was inside of the little lunch bag she brought, “you even packed a biscuit too?” I asked.

“I told you he’d notice. I told you we could’ve just grabbed something after I got off,” Tahari said with a chuckle.

“And spend money? No,” Maliah cut eyes at me before folding her arms over her breast, “this is perfectly good food right here.”

I felt the nudge in my side before the words ever came out. Sha looked at me and laughed.

“That sounds just like Eternity.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” I admitted.

Maliah smiled proudly.

“I learned from the best.”

Sha clapped Tahari on the shoulder before heading toward the front of the shop.