Billy held the dress against her and performed a visual fitting. “Nah, this ain’t really my style. Yoshi, you know I ain’t trying to go to the club with my back all out.”

“Billy, you need to knock it off,” Yoshi said, snatching that dress from Billy and picking up one that was her size. “This dress would look hot on you and you know it.”

Billy took the second dress and looked it over. “I can’t front, this is a hot dress. I just be feeling some type of way about my weight lately. Look how big my ass has gotten.” She turned around so Yoshi could see her onion.

“Billy, you sound like a white girl,” Yoshi teased her. “Baby girl, ass is good. Guys love a woman with junk in her trunk. You see how these niggaz be jumping out the window over this?” Yoshi slapped her palm against her own onion, drawing a hungry look from a gentleman helping a fat woman into a wedge sandal. “See what I mean,” she said and winked at Billy.

Billy glared at the employee, causing him to turn his head away. “Ain’t none of these niggaz shit. When it’s all said and done, they’re all out for the same thing.”

“Billy, why are you so fucking morbid when it comes to the subject of men? That’s why muthafuckas think you a dyke.”

“Please, you think I give a fuck what people think about me? You know I ain’t no fucking dyke.” Billy looked for Yoshi to agree with her statement, but only found a raised eyebrow. “What’re you looking at me like that for? Yoshi, I know you don’t believe that dyke shit.”

“Billy, you’ve been my girl for longer than any of us have been hanging, so you know I ain’t gonna bullshit you. I know.”

Billy folded her arms. “You know what?”

“Do I need to say it?”

“I’d appreciate it.”

“You got a little sugar in you, ma,” Yoshi said flatly.

“You can’t be serious. Yoshi, you know me and you know I’ve been with guys.”

“Yeah, Billy, I know you ain’t no virgin to dick, but I don’t think you too much care for it. I ain’t seen you with a nigga since, Sol, God bless.”

“I’ve dated a few guys.”