“Thanks, Averie, I appreciate it.”
Morris went and sat with the guys who were loudly debating the greatest basketball player of all time. Men were always talking about the top ten or the greatest something. I went and sat next to Torrey in a chair in the living room.
“You see our mothers?” she motioned with her head towards the dance floor.
They were both on the makeshift dance floor dancing to “Brickhouse” by The Commodores.Both seemed to have had one too many glasses ofChivas Regaland coke.
“Yeah when Mommy pokes her lips out like and turns her head to the side, that means she is feeling herself,” I chuckled.
“Your dad is feeling her too. Look at him,” Torrey motioned to the area where I just sent Morris.
Daddy was among the group of men, but his eyes were pinned on my mother. I loved the way he still looked at her like she was a whole meal.
“What are y’all talking about?” Keeva asked after sitting next to me.
“Just looking at Daddy fantasizing about Mommy,” I chuckled.
“Oh, I didn’t see him because I was too busy looking at Doctor McIntyre and his twin. God was gracious enough to create two of them,” she licked her lips.
“You are such a pretend hoe,” I laughed. “You know if that twin came over here saying something you would crawl in a shell.”
“Probably,” she shrugged, “Ain’t nothing wrong with fantasizing. Have you noticed how Doctor McIntyre has been staring at Torrey, though?”
“What?” Torrey asked looking around the room. “Girl, he better look somewhere else.”
“Why? He’s single, handsome and successful.”
“He’s fine, and he knows it which doesn’t do anything except attract a bunch of women, and I don’t have time for that. Plus he’s young.”
“Torrey, he’s the same age as me,” I said.
“I know, young! He still has milk behind his ears. I don’t have time to be nobody’s mama.”
“He’s sweet though,” Keeva whined.
“He probably still eats a bowl of Captain Crunch for breakfast.”
“Whoa!” Keeva deadpanned. “Don’t come for the Captain. He ain’t done nothing to you!”
“Ut, don’t look now but he and his mirror image are coming this way.”
“I’m leaving,” Torrey said.
I grabbed her arm, “Oh no you’re not.”
“Ladies,” Doctor McIntyre smiled after stopping in front of us, “This is my brother Cassius.”
Both Doctor McIntyre and his brother were average height, medium build with smooth sepia skin. They were almost indistinguishable except Cassius wore a bald head while Doctor McIntyre had a temple fade.
“Hey Doctor McIntyre,” Keeva spoke first. “Hey, Cassius. Aren’t there three of you?”
“Yes we have a sister, Bellamy, but she was on call and couldn’t make it.”
“Are you a doctor also Cassius?” Keeva questioned.
“I am,” he smiled revealing beautiful, bright, white teeth.
“I’m glad you were able to make it to the party, Doctor McIntyre. Did you find Samuel?”