I took the stairs two at a time. My reaction moments ago had stunned me. If Starlet hadn’t stepped between Sabrina and me, I might have did something I’d later regret.
Only Ashley could cause such a beastly rage to arise in me. I hated her and everything she stood for. If I could make her pay slowly for all the pain she’d caused me I would. Her dying didn’t even seem appropriate enough payment. When I left Texas I had killed her in my mind, thinking I’d never see her again.
I walked into my room and turned on some gospel music. My current emotions stood in stark contrast to the message of redemption and forgiveness streaming out of the speakers. One day, if I expected to be right with God, I would have to forgive her. For now, I had to ask Him to allow me my moment.
I stood at the window looking down on Starlet and Sabrina. They seemed heavily involved in conversation. I didn’t much favor Sabrina. She seemed to always be in everybody else’s business. I wondered if that was Starlet’s M.O.
The old saying “birds of a feather, flock together” floated into my mind.
Starlet made me feel good, but watching her downstairs with Sabrina, made me uneasy. Within the past 24 hours, I’d seen her cooking like an angel, fighting like a devil, sexing like a freak and now–conspiring like a criminal.
Who is she, really?
Add to that her avoiding my question earlier, and my thoughts are even more jumbled.
I turned back to the stereo and shuffled through the discs that lay nearby. The last song on the current disc was ending when I heard a strange noise. I flicked off the stereo. What was that? I ran to the window and saw Starlet and Sabrina running across the street.
The noise downstairs grew louder. It sounded like a dog. In a panic, I ran downstairs to the front door. A small dog, standing on its hind legs, scratched at the door as if trying to get out.
How the hell did a dog get in the house? Was it Starlet’s? Why hadn’t she told me she had brought the dog along, and why hadn’t it made its presence known until now?
I’d get the answer to that soon enough. As the dog ran over to me, my thoughts ran back to seeing Starlet running over to Yanni’s like her life depended on it, and literally dragging Sabrina with her.
I picked up my unexpected visitor, cuddled her in the crook of my arm and opened the door.
I marched across the street to Yanni’s house, my mind set on stopping Starlet from jumping on Yanni again. It was the only reason I could think of that would have Starlet in such a rush.
I tried the front door, but it was locked. Starlet’s dog yelped and tried to jump out of my arms. I held her tightly and stood still. Loud voices were coming from the backyard.
I ran to the back, hoping to stop Starlet from doing something really stupid.
“Why don’t you tell everybody what’s in the box, Starlet?” I heard Yanni ask, as I rounded the corner of the house.
“Give me my damn box, Yanni. I know you don’t want a repeat of what happened at the church. What’s in it is nobody’s business but mine,” Starlet shouted.
“I’d like to know what’s in the box, too,” I spoke. The dog barked, as if seconding my emotions and then escaped my grasp.
Both women looked at me: Yanni seemingly slightly amused. Starlet more flustered than I’d ever seen her.
Please, Starlet, I thought. Give me the right answer. Don’t be like Ashley. Don’t dog me out.