Sweet Taboo

“Yo. You better watch your back. When you called her a crazy bitch, you wasn’t lyin’,” Tommy began. Then he cleared his throat. “Sorry. I know she’s your wife.”

“Yeah. Lucky me,” I grumbled as I pulled into my driveway and turned off the vehicle.

“I mean it though. She was talking crazy before you got here.” He sighed.

I was lost in my own world. “How do I tell Tegyn?”

“I don’t know, D. Think she’ll be cool with it?” His voice rose with the question.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “No. Not even a little.”

A second later, I jumped as Camilla banged on my window. “We need to talk.” She popped her hip and stuck out her chin.

“I’m on the phone,” I hissed after rolling the window down a few inches. “Go inside. I’ll talk to you when I’m good and ready.”

“Well, you bes’ be ready tonight. We gon’ have words about that white woman.” Her eyes narrowed angrily.

I studied her a moment. How did she know about Tegyn? “Go inside,” I muttered through my teeth.