This may or may not be the last sample from this project.
We’ll see how it goes!
Edited for spoiler content, but dassit.
“I’m just saying,” he continued. “You don’t get past it overnight. Shit like that… it hangs over you, and it takes more than just wishing it away. You’ve gotta really… like… tackle it. Even now, with me and Asha… man, I worry. A lot.”
“Marriage has made you emotional as fuck, nigga.”
King sat back, chuckling. “Yeah, try to play the shit off – I can take whatever you throw over here, bruh.” He shrugged. “I’m just saying… just because you claim you’re good, doesn’t mean Kensa is. Maybe she’s struggling, and crying out to you for help the only way her stubborn ass knows how. By picking a fight about you being too busy, even though she’s busy as fuck herself. By asking if there’s someone else. By questioning your attraction to her. Maybe none of those things are wrong, but something is. ”
I swallowed, hard.
More than anything, I wanted to give his assertion some pushback, but… there wasn’t any room for that.
Not when he was right.
I’d escalated this situation.
“Ay… I’ve gotta get back to my wife,” King said, pulling himself from the lounge chairs we’d been occupying while we talked. “Let me be clear – I’m not trying to put the shit all on you, or act like I’ve never fucked up with mine. Cause…”
“That shit is a fantasy?”
He laughed. “Yeah, exactly. I’m just saying… between Asha, and Alicia, and listening to my mother, Zoraya, all that… Kensa just wants to be heard, and taken care of. Whatever that means for her. I know you love that woman, right?”
Standing to meet him, I scoffed. “That shit ain’t even in question.”
“Okay then. I don’t wanna hear shit about no lawyers, you calling her bluff, whatever. Maybe it’s not all on you, maybe she’s wrong too. Hell, maybe she’s more wrong – who gives a fuck? That’s your wife.”
“Heard you,” I nodded, extending a hand in his direction. He clasped it, pulling me into a quick hug that I easily – gratefully – returned.
“So… what’s up? What are you going to do? You need me to do something?” he asked, as we headed to the door.
“I don’t know yet,” I answered. “I’ve still got some shit to think through.”
He nodded. “Just let me know. You and Kensa are family, and I don’t… I don’t want to see this shit happen if it doesn’t have to. And you know Mama will kick your ass over her Kenny.”
I shook my head, chuckling. “It ain’t Aunt Angie I’m worried about, it’s that damn sister of yours. I’ve still got beef with her over Kensa’s bachelorette party.”
“Let that hurt go,” King laughed. “I’ll catch you later.”
Once King was gone, I moved back to my desk, where I poured myself a fresh glass of bourbon.