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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad:

    These Walls Can Talk

    By Najya Yasirah


    Chapter 15: What’s Cooking Doc?


    Antoine smelled food cooking. I am definitely not at my house, he thought. He woke up. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants. He guessed that must have fallen asleep on Reyjah’s couch. Champagne will do that to you. “Howdy, neighbor,” said Reyjah. She was dressed in a blue tank top with yellow stripes and matching cargo pants. She had parted her hair diagonally and pulled it into a high ponytail. She looked about 17 years old. She wore gold hoops instead of silver. Her makeup was simple: liquid liner and gold lipgloss. She had a plate in one hand and a glass of juice in the other. “Made you breakfast, she said. As she set everything on the coffee table. “It sure smells good,” he commented as he sat up, so she could sit down. “No one’s ever …” “Shaddup and eat, the moment has passed,” she cut him off. “Just eat, dammit.” “Yes ma’am!” he said. He found her gentle bossiness amusing. She handed him a fork. He cut off a piece and put it in his mouth. “Damn, this is good!” he said. “What exactly is it?” She swatted his arm. “How in the hell are you gonna eat something first, and then ask what it is, later? You gots to be mo’ careful!” she said shaking her finger. “You are a jackass!” he said, laughing. “Are you ever serious?” “Are you a virgin? A’ight then!” “Really, Rey, what is it?” “It s an omelet made with egg whites, turkey bacon, bell peppers, mushrooms, and fat-free cheese!” she said happily, like a little kid. “Ohh, I need some lotion,” she said. She went to the closet and took out her purse. “Whose pants are these?” he asked, still eating. “A pair of my dads; before he got too damn busy, he used to teach me how to box.” “You’re kidding me?” “Okay! Don’t let your eyes roll out of your head!” She began rubbing lotion on her elbows. “Really, you can box?” “I have ripped abs don’t I?”  “I used to teach boxing,” said Antoine proudly. “I always dreamed of owning a gym.”  “And then what happened, you got the money, man.” “Sex happened.”  “Ahhh! That’s enough!” “How many clients do you have today?” “Three.” “You?” “Three.” “You make enough money that way?” “The services are high, but the labor is low.” “Well, that’s one thing we have in common.”


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