“All right, it’s time to get to talking.”

Almost that quickly, I’d forgotten my sister was here. And when I turned around, by her stare I knew I was in for quite an interrogation. But because I had hopes of stalling and maybe even changing the conversation altogether, I said, “Talking about what?”

She wagged her finger in front of my face. “Don’t what me,” she said. “Jeremy can fake the funk, even though this time, he didn’t even try. But you? You can’t fake a thing. First of all, if I wasn’t here, I’m sure a slap may have been the answer to his kiss.”

“You’re so violent,” I said.

“And next, you never forget anything on your children’s schedule. How would you forget Jasmine had practice unless there is something seriously on your mind? So talk.” Then, after a pause, she said, “Wait. Is this about those First Ladies? Are they still getting to you?”

I shook my head. “I wish to God they were my problem.”

Just as I said that, Jasmine skipped back into the room. She gave me a hug and then, while she went to hug Jada, Jeremy ambushed me with another kiss, this time on my lips. It was a gentle kiss, filled with his kind of love.

When both of us were sure Jasmine and Jeremy were out of the house, Jada asked, “So what is your problem with that fine man? I mean, I’m not even attracted to dudes, but anyone with eyes can see Jeremy Williams got it going on in all kinds of ways.”

Her tone sounded like she thought whatever the problem was, it was my fault. She needed to know the truth, so I said, “I just have one little problem with him — he’s cheating on me.”

Jada’s lips snapped shut. Then, a moment later, she whispered, “No. Way.”

I nodded and matched her volume, not wanting Jayden to overhear anything, though that was hardly possible with the way he blasted his TV in his room. I said, “I confronted the woman.”

“Get out.”

It wasn’t a story that I wanted to repeat, but as Jada sat on the edge of the chair, I told her about Katrina Brunson. “But it gets worse,” I said, when I got to the end of that story.

Jada must’ve heard the tears in my voice because she scooted her chair closer, held my hand and I continued, “I think he may have gotten someone pregnant.”

“What?” she screamed.

“Keep your voice down. Remember, Jayden.”

“No f’ing way,” she whispered. “Who? Where she at?”

“Someone you know.”

Her mouth was as wide as her eyes.