“He said he was working this weekend—“

“If he was working, it was with me. And I don’t mean no office, girl.”

“Oh, God.”

“Look, you seem like a sweet person. But you also sound like you’re in love, and girl, it’s with the wrong man. Honey, you should get rid of him. Especially in this day and age, diseases and stuff.”

“You didn’t—“

“Mm-hmm. I did. Sorry honey. Your man is a sweet talker and ever my thirty year old black ass can be charmed. I should have known better too than to pick up some guy in a club when I just kicked out my ex- husband. But we all make mistakes, including me. And you sweetie, have made yours. Tell you what. I’m at work now, and I get off at ten. Call me after then if you want to be rid of this guy. I have a plan.”

“What’s your number?”

“It’s 555-13—–“