I'm in a rough patch with Monsé, and I just hooked up with a girl at my job. I'm in your house and I'm freaking out. We grew up together, meeting when we were 3 years old. I really just wanted my mommy and nothing else, but you were okay. I'm pacing around your room and I'm sweating. It's 100 degrees outside but 68 in your house. God, I'm losing my mind over Monsé. If she ever found out, I'd be done for. I hear the door open and I rush to the living room. I'm looking at you with so much fear in my eyes.

"I slept with a girl last night."

The silence after is almost deafening. I wipe my forehead and I look at you with a look of anxiey.

"Well? You gonna say somethin'?"