Changed Man

“What about you, Mike; can I get anything for you?”

“Courvoisier is fine,” I said, and Bobby leaned close to me.

“Can I get you any of this pussy, Mike,” Bobby whispered.

“Lighten up, Bobby. Whitey ain’t even cold yet.”

“It didn’t stop her while he was alive,” Bobby said knowing that Jemisha used to bring me that pussy for at least a year after she started fucking Whitey. And yes, I did stop fucking her after the thing with Mitchell Wright.

When she came out of the kitchen with our drinks, Jemisha’s eyes were pink and puffy. She handed us our drinks, poured one for herself, drained it and poured another and put the bottle down on the table before she sat down next to me. Jemisha rested her head on my shoulder, and I put my arm around her. She began to whimper quietly while she stared at their wedding pictures that were framed on the wall.

“I hate to have to ask you this, but do you know anybody who might have done this. Anybody Whitey had beef with?”

“Not that I know of, Mike. Whitey was careful not to mention too much about y’all’s business. Said it was better for me that way.”

“He was right,” I said and Jemisha pushed off my chest and sat straight up.

“There is somebody.”

“Who?”

“Lisa Benson,” Jemisha said and Bobby buried his head in his hands and I wanted to because he used to fuck Lisa Benson. I hoped this wasn’t some love triangle shit.

“Who is Lisa Benson?” I asked and hoped it was another Lisa Benson.

Jemisha looked at me. “Come on. Both you and Bobby know who Lisa Benson is.” And then she looked at Bobby. “Especially you, Bobby.”

Bobby took a deep breath and drained his glass, and I knew it was the same Lisa Benson.

Jemisha turned up her glass and brought it down empty. “Lisa Benson is the other bitch my husband is fuckin’. Fuckin’ her good too, I guess.” Jemisha poured herself another drink. “I know y’all ain’t waitin’ on me. Y’all help yourselves.”

Bobby grabbed the bottle. “Why you think Whitey was fuckin’ her good, Jemisha?” he asked and poured us a drink.

“Because he stopped begging me to call her over so the three of us could get together and she stopped calling begging me to let her come over to suck this good pussy,” she said and looked at me.

“You really think that’s what this is about?” I asked.

“I don’t know, Mike. All I know is that I heard them fighting on the phone yesterday. And I heard Whitey say that he would kill her if she did.”

“Did what?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask him.”

“You know if she was fuckin’ with anybody that might have wanted Whitey dead?”

“Sorry, Mike, I didn’t keep up with who my husband’s step off was steppin’ off with,” Jemisha said.

Since she wasn’t hugged up on me, I stood up. “I need to go, Jemisha.”

She got up, steadied herself and made a move straight for my chest. “What I’ma do now, Mike?”

I put my arm around Jemisha and started slow walking her toward the door. Bobby poured himself one more glass of Courvoisier, drained it, and was at the door in time to open it before I got there.

“Whatever you need,” I said and moved my arm on the way out the door. “Just let Freeze know.”

“Sorry for your loss,” Bobby stepped between us and said.

“You come by tomorrow and check on me, Mike. You know, let me know if you found anything.”