“Sisters don't throw shots like you did when you’re simply trying to help.” Yaz turned her back to Yami and started straightening up her station.
“I wasn't throwing shots, Yaz, I just wanted you to know that Miego wasn't Trez, so you didn't need to treat my situation like that. I'm sorry if you think it was anything more than that, but it wasn't. I wish you would just get over it. I miss you, Yaz. I miss talking to you. Mommy won't talk to me and you won't talk to me, it's just weird.”
Yaz turned and stared at her sister, but didn't say anything. She just stood there thinking, so Yami spoke again.
“Yaz, please. I miss you,” she begged.
It took a minute, but Yaz eventually rolled her eyes and then threw her arms around Yami. “I miss you too. Mommy won't talk to you, so she’s doubling up on me, and she’s about to drive me crazy. You need to fix that. I don't know how much more I can take. She even showed up at my apartment and complained the whole time about how I don't clean this right and I don't stack my food in the refrigerator right, and towels aren't supposed to be folded like that. I was like, ‘sit your nosey ass in the living room like any other normal guest and you wouldn't have to worry about how my towels are folded.’”
Yami burst out laughing. “Oh my God, I’m sorry, but I don't miss that. You can have it.”
“I love her, Yami, I swear, but she has me blocking her calls and hiding when I hear somebody knocking on my door. She doesn't know what to do with herself since you and Ray moved out, and I’m not the one to help her figure that shit out.”
“Well, neither am I.”
Yami sat down in her sister’s style chair and watched as she got ready for her next appointment.
“So, I guess you really like this guy then?” Yaz said randomly.
Yami shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. He’s cool.”
“He’s cool?” Yaz questioned with a confused look. “Yami, you don't just move in with somebody that you’re just cool with. You live with him, right?” She had to ask since she and Yami hadn’t really talked in the past month. Yaz knew her sister had moved out of her mom’s apartment, but to be perfectly honest, she didn't know where her sister and niece were living.
“Yes, but I guess you can say he lives with me. The apartment he bought is in my name.” Yami watched her sister’s face for a reaction.
“That nigga bought you an apartment and a car? What the fuck, Yami?”
Yami looked around because her sister had damn near yelled it. A few of the people in the shop glanced at them but went right back to what they were doing.
“He just didn't want it in his name.” Yami shrugged. “But I mean, really it's his. I would never fight him for it. He bought it.”
“See, that right there is why you don't need to deal with a man like that. I swear I wonder about you sometimes. So you have a man that bought you a nice ass car and an apartment, but you're sitting here saying you wouldn't fight him over it. Shit, Yami, you don't have to. It belongs to you.”
“He’s not my man. Well, I mean, not really. And why would I? I’m not with him for that.”
“What do you mean he’s not your man? You live there don't you, he’s buying you shit, expensive shit, and he’s playing house with your daughter? That’s your damn man, Yami, and from what I've heard about him, he don't do shit like that. He’s only ever taken care of one other person, some hoe ass trick named Kia, and even then he wasn't living with her ass. I know I wasn't on board at first, but man, if he’s doing it like that and treating you right, then fuck it. Do your thing.”
Yami rolled her eyes at her sister. It was just like her to be focused on dollar signs. Yami didn't care about any of that, she just wanted someone who respected her enough to treat her right. She felt like she was worth that, and Black never would, so if Miego was willing to be that for her, then she was willing to give him a chance.
“I mean exactly what I said, he’s not my man. Hell, we might as well be roommates. I have my own room and he has his. I’m not jumping into anything, even you said that. I don't care what he spends his money on and you shouldn't either.”
Yaz looked at her sister like she was crazy. “You have your own room? So let me get this straight. He bought you an apartment, put it in your name, bought you a car, and you can't even tell me what that nigga’s dick game is like? That don't make sense, Yami.”
“Well, it's true, so I don't know what to tell you. I told him I wanted to take things slow and he agreed. I mean it’s not like I don't know he wants to because he does, but right now, we’re just kind of figuring things out.”