Dixie sat in front of a therapist feeling stupid. “I don’t think this is necessary.” She sniffed annoyed. But it’d been the only way to get Rick NOT to move out. So, she’d agreed to see someone, but honestly, she’d felt dumb as s**t.
“Well considering you punched a young woman in the face, and your ex-husband's arrest is plastered all over the news? I think you’re in the right place.” Dixie looked at the black woman in front of her. So beautiful with a late nineties do, the fashion icon in her nice shoes sat perfectly.
Posed and snatched, this woman looked like she should be strutting on a runway. Not finding the reason why rich white people, did rich white people s**t.
But here they were.
“Like I’ve said,” Dixie emphasized annoyed with this, “I only punched her, because my chi
