“I believe you, baby.” Queen Bee puts a hand over mine on the bar. “Even if we didn’t, what does it matter? It’s your truth and you shouldn’t be afraid to share it.”

“Thanks, Bee.” I sigh. “So? Dolly, why the sprinkle me song?”

She shrugs. “When I’m upset the only thing that snaps me out of it is old school gangster rap.”

“That’s gangster rap?”

Dolly clucks with disappointment and taps the bar in front of me with a cherry fingernail. “There will be no bad-mouthing E-40. He’s the founding member of the Click.”

I shrug and sip on my drink. Maybe I should slow down a little. My brain is getting fuzzy. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Fifi rolls her eyes. “What you need to do with all this free time is work on your Bay Area musical education.”

Bee chimes in. “Baby, what you don’t know could fill this bar.”

I smile. “I know you’re all going to forget this since tomorrow will be today, again, but I really love you ladies.”

Dolly lifts her brows. “Honey, how much have you had to drink?”

“Not enough.” I take another sip.

Fifi laughs. “So tell us what happens on this Monday every day. Is it as boring as it sounds?”

I tap a finger on the edge of the martini glass. “I always wake up late. On days I show up at work, I get fired. Then I get dumped by Mark. Or, I used to. But now I avoid him.”

“Wait a minute,” Queen Bee interrupts. “Why not confront him? You should read his ass. You could tear him a new one every day, and you’re letting that opportunity go?”

Reading, Fifi patiently explains at my confused look, is what the queens call insulting, roasting, or throwing shame at someone. Then she lifts her glass. “The library is open.”

“Yeah, no.” I shake my head. “That’s not really my style.”

“You make your style. Listen to Queen Bee, baby, here’s what you do. You get dressed up. Looking all tight will build confidence, and then you slam his ass. Just keep it short and sweet. Tell him he’s so full of shit the toilet is jealous.”

Dolly smacks the table with a palm. “Ask him, how many licks until I get to the interesting part of this conversation?”

Fifi reaches over and taps my arm. “But no actual licking. Don’t forget to keep that tongue in your mouth.”