"I don't know what the fuck they were."
they had light skinned, pink lips, and even lighter eyes than usual. They had soft hair, curly, and not problematic--the kind her mother used to wish for her daughter while she struggled with her natural hair. The resentment ran deep. She looked at him and nodded her head. "She live with me. I bought that crib. If I was living with her we'd still be in that run down apartment in the plaines."
the one she had met Damian in. Chantel was all about elevation. "Aight bet. I'll let you live for now."
she chuckled. Perhaps she was just jealous that Maya had snagged one of "their" (their meaning black women) men. A handsome one. (Maybe her resentment will stop soon) she moved Damian's hand further up her thigh to be closer to her center as she looked on. "You letting me run up in there with you?"
she asked, cracking her gum loudly.