“Girl, why are you crying now? You know what, we might need to skip Ribeye’s and go to Walgreen’s to get you a pregnancy test. This new emotional you has me thinking that you’re already knocked up,” Eve said as she patted Eden’s flat stomach.

Eden shook her head. She knew she wasn’t pregnant. She had just thrown her pack of pills away.

“You always know how to make me feel better. I love your-”

Eden’s sentence stopped and her eyes squinted as she tried to process what her eyes were seeing.

“I love your big head too,” Eve said sweetly, but Eden ignored the sentiments. She was too focused on what was in front of her. It wasn’t every day that a Bentley was parked in front of a family friendly steakhouse.

“That’s Jermaine’s car. Why would Jermaine be parked at Longhorns?” Eden asked herself unaware that she had asked the question aloud.

Eve looked to the left at the Franchise steakhouse, saw the black Flying Spur, but thought nothing of it.

“He’s probably having a meeting. You said he has meetings every Thursday,” Eve shrugged.

Eden tuned Eve completely out. The only thing she could focus on were the drums now pounding in her head.

“Turn in,” Eden said dryly.

“Why?” Eve asked while scrunching her face.

“Turn into Longhorn’s right fucking now,” Eden said slowly, making sure to annunciate the syllables of each word.

The hair on the back of Eve’s neck stood on end. She had never seen her sister like this. The joy that always brightened her face had been replaced with something dark and malevolent.

“Eden I’m sure there’s a reasonably good explanation for why he’s there. You know he’s not on a date, because his bougee ass doesn’t eat meat. I’m sure it’s only a dinner meeting with colleagues,” Eve added.

Eden looked at Eve as if she had lost her mind.

“Do I look stupid to you? I may be a good woman, but I ain’t never been a dumb bitch. If this was a dinner meeting with colleagues or clients, the parking lot would be filled with luxury cars, not Honda’s, Ford’s and Hyundai’s. It seems like you have a problem with turning into the restaurant. You must know something that I don’t know,” Eden said through clinched teeth.

Eve gasped. Never in their entire life had Eden accused her of something so disrespectful. It was now her turn to cry.

“Edy, are you serious? You know I-”

“This is what I know. My husband said he’d be at the office late. But with my own 20/20 vision I can see that that’s clearly a lie. I don’t see any other luxury cars in this cheap ass parking lot to suggest that any of Le Bleu’s stakeholders or shareholders are here.