Page 148 of The Ninth

Mama J: K2! OUR BABY HOME!

K3: Don’t bring yo ass up here, Mama. Cassandra told me about that four month promise.

I cackled while this woman sat on the phone, crying. His father took the phone and just stared at his baby. They looked identical.

K2: National security know you out, boah?

K3 cracked up laughing.

K3: Nah, but I’ll alert them soon.

K2: How you holding up? Everything okay?

K3: Yes sir. I’m coo, just trying to get back out here. Spend time with Cassie and Duke.

K2: Speaking of, where the fuck my boy at?!

K3: Pussy whipped of all things.

Both of them laughed as I nudged K3.

K2: Only person a nigga should be following demands from is his woman. Be safe and call me as soon as your gorgeous girl steps away. I wanna talk, talk.

K3: Of course. I love you, G.

K2: Love you always.

Me: Okay, Mama J, LOOOOK!

She all about started slobbering at the mouth as I ran around the salon building, showing her each and every surface. The girl even made me count the steps and measure the windows. K3 shook his head as she told him we’ll need at least three hundred to start with. I even had to go outside just to show her the sidewalk, steps, and door.

Mama J: Oh, Cassandra! You look so beautiful with your dreams coming true and man by your side. I love you so much, baby girl. I know your mother and father are so proud. I have to go, my fabric place closes early today and we need some curtains!

I laughed.

Me: Thank you, Mama J. I love you so much!

Mama J: TALK SOON!

CLICK!

“Now why can’t my mama want to make her own money like you? Twenty thousand dollar curtains?!”

“UH-UH, UH-UH! YOU IN GROWN WOMAN BUSINESS!”

He cracked up, giving me the golden key to lock up the suite with. As I was pulling the door closed, I noticed a gold nameplate on the receptionist desk. Of all the names, it said K3 in a pretty script.

“Kenzo. Why is your name on the reception desk?”

“Oh, I hired myself.”

“What do you mean!” I died laughing as we walked to the car.

“I’m working the door, on foenem grave. I can multitask and escort hoes to the suites. Plus, let somebody try to run out without paying for their lashes. I’ma grab that hoe by her fucking eyelids.”

“Is yo goofy ass gonna bring customers in or scare them away?!”

“I’ma scare them to stay. Imagine trying to discontinue services and the only thing I ask for is your current home address.”