TAMMY
“What took you so long... Tamara?”
She asks as she walks past me towards my couch. “Or were you busy with your men in there?”
Oh God! Give me grace not to rain blows on this woman!
“Why are you here Fridah? And what business do you have with whoever I have in my house? Are you my husband or something?”
I scoff at her.
“Something...”
She replies, laughing humorlessly.
“Why are you here?”
I ask, standing next to the couch where she's seated.
“To set things straight!”
“Which things?”
“First things first... I have to make sure you're not armed and you're not recoding me!”
She says as she chucks out a gun.
I freak instantly, dropping the kitchen knife to the ground.
“You see... I couldn't have been wrong now!”
She barks, aiming the gun at my heart.
“Where's your phone?”
