Trouble with Luv'

by Pamela Yaye

Chapter 23

  Xavier was going to lose his mind if another person came up and asked him where Ebony was. From the moment he’d opened the church doors and welcomed the regulars inside they had been asking about Ebony’s whereabouts. “Where’s Miss Lady?” “How come she ain’t been around?” “When is she coming back?” It was difficult for Xavier to put Ebony out of his mind when her name kept coming up in conversation.

  Who am I trying to fool? he thought, serving some wild rice onto a plate and handing it to the plus-size man waiting in line. Forgetting Ebony would be like forgetting to breathe.

  Xavier couldn’t put Ebony out of his mind long enough to do anything. Sleep evaded him at night, his basketball game was in serious trouble and his mind was too crowded to do any work on his graduate school essay. And then there were his parents. His sister promised not to say anything to his parents about the whole Malcolm-Ebony-Marriott Hotel incident, so they had no idea what was going on. As a result, every time his mother called, she encouraged him to bring Ebony by for dinner. Just that morning, Gloria had asked for Ebony’s home number so she could extend an invitation to Jacqueline and Andrew’s Jack and Jill baby shower.

  “It’s on the twenty-seventh? Shoot. Ebony won’t be able to come. She’s in her cousin’s wedding.” Xavier didn’t know where the lie had come from.

  Xavier searched for a seat. The basement was packed and the only seat available was at Old Man Griffin’s table. He would rather stand than sit with Old Man Griffin. Not because of Chester’s and Mariana’s poor eating habits, but because conversation would eventually turn to Ebony. Bracing himself against the wall, he dug his fork into his Caesar salad. Xavier caught Sister Bertha watching him, but avoided making eye contact.

  “There’s an empty seat over here, son.” Sister Bertha pointed to the empty chair to her left. “Come on over!”

  Xavier gave her a smile he didn’t feel. “I’m all right over—”

  “Boy, please! Everybody knows that your food won’t digest properly if you eat standing up.”

  For a half second, Xavier thought of correcting her. The myth was probably something a mother had made up years ago to get a disgruntled child to sit down, but Xavier thought better of challenging Sister Bertha. He sat down at the table and fixed his eyes on his plate. Stuffing more salad into his mouth, he felt himself relax as he listened to the humorous exchange between two of the newest program members. They were talking about growing up on Chicago’s dangerous streets. Sister Bertha asked them about the city, and even Chester shared fond memories about his hometown. See, no one is even thinking about you and Ebony, Xavier told himself. I was worried for nothing.

  “When’s Miss Lady comin’ back?” Old Man Griffin asked, as if reading Xavier’s thoughts. He dipped a butter biscuit in his spaghetti sauce and swirled it around the noodles before shoving it into his mouth. “Sure do miz her company,” he said, his lips slapping together. He finished chewing what was in his mouth, then guzzled down a glass of fruit punch. Using the collar of his plaid shirt as a napkin, he scratched his head with his free hand. “Thought she was comin’ back this week.”

  “Miss Lady—I mean, Ebony—has a lot of work to do. She doesn’t have time to volunteer anymore.” Xavier’s conscience pricked his heart, but he ignored the sting.

  “Is she going to come by and at least say goodbye?” Sister Bertha asked, resting her elbows on the table. She thought a moment. “I hope she does because I wanted the recipe for her sweet and sour meatballs.”

  “Dem my favorite,” Old Man Griffin said with a nod of his head.

  Mariana took a second butter biscuit from the half-empty basket sitting in the middle of the table. “Miss Lady must be busy trainin’ Lydia. The girl ain’t too good with numbers. Used to shortchange me all the time.”

  Sister Bertha turned to look at Mariana. “Training who?”

  “Lydia,” she answered, pointing at the chair that used to be occupied by her friend. “Lydia’s workin’ now.”

  Xavier put down his glass. “Last week when I asked you where Lydia was you said she went back home.”

  “Did I? Naw, I said she found a home. She has a little apartment, it’s no bigger than a shoe box, but the rent is cheap and it’s in a decent neighborhood. Miss Lady got her a job at some swanky store where they be sellin’ women’s intimates. Panties and nighties so expensive I would need to put them on layaway!” She guffawed loudly, drawing the attention of others.

  “Isn’t that nice,” Sister Bertha said sweetly. “Ebony sure is a gem. First she donates all new appliances to the church and then—”

  “She did what?” Xavier’s head snapped up. Where was I when she was doing all these things? he thought, with a heavy heart. Ebony used to tell him everything. It was a sobering thought to know he wasn’t her confidant anymore. Before long, another man would take his place and he’d be forgotten. Xavier directed his next question to Sister Bertha. “How do you know Ebony donated appliances to the church?”

  She raised a sculptured eyebrow at him. “Pastor Henderson announced it at church last Sunday. Apparently she ordered the appliances a few months ago, but there was a mix-up at the store and the order was never sent out. But now everything’s been straightened out and the appliances will be here next week. Ebony gave Pastor strict orders not to reveal her name, but he couldn’t keep her secret.” Sister Bertha looked Xavier over. “You were sitting right there in the front row when he made the announcement, how come you missed it?”

  Xavier had been there in body, but his mind had been at 2735 Valley View Road. He had a vague recollection of the announcement, but couldn’t remember any specific details. The first thing he was going to do when he got home was call Pastor Henderson. His pastor would tell him everything he needed to know.

  “Miss Lady sure is sweet,” Sister Bertha said affectionately. “Never met such a generous soul in my life.” Her voice dipped at the end in reverence, like she was talking about a saint. “Miss Lady and I were having girl talk a couple weeks back and I mentioned me and Willy were days away from celebrating our thirty-seventh wedding anniversary. The following Sunday, she walked over, gave us a hug, and handed me a card. I opened the card on the drive home—it was one of those real expensive Hallmark cards—and inside was a gift certificate for the Radisson Plaza Hotel. Can you believe that? Three whole nights in the honeymoon suite! Willy ain’t never taken me to no big, fancy hotel, let alone spent that kind of money on me. Damn shame if you ask me! A man ought to…”

  Xavier excused himself from the table as Sister Bertha jabbered on about how husbands didn’t know how to romance their wives anymore. After wrapping the leftovers with cellophane and helping himself to another glass of mango punch, he leaned against the sink, deep in thought. Somewhere between Mariana’s and Sister Bertha’s tales about his ex-girlfriend, he had lost his appetite. Xavier couldn’t say that he was surprised to hear that Ebony had donated appliances to the church and was helping Lydia get back on her feet. Next to his mother, she was the most munificent woman he knew.

  Unnerved because Ebony had never shared her plan to employ Lydia, or donate to the church, or give the Jenkinses an anniversary gift, he sulked. Xavier’s mind wandered back to the first time he had met Ebony, right here in this very church. Man, was I ever a jerk! When the whole pregnancy fiasco came back to him, he actually groaned in self-disgust. Shaking his head, he washed his glass and put it on the rack to dry. I’ve hurt her so many times, but she still gave me a chance.

  “You don’t look too good, son. Why don’t you go? We can handle it here.”

  Xavier turned at the sound of Ms. Hawthorne’s motherly voice. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded. Then she leaned over and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Tell Ebony we miss her and we’re praying for her.”

  “I will.”

  “And just for the record, I think the two of you make a nice couple.”

  Xavier started to lie, but stopped himself. If there was one thing he had lear
ned in life, it was that you couldn’t pull the wool over the eyes of a mother. “Thank you, Ms. Hawthorne. Good night.”

  Five minutes later, Xavier was in his BMW, cruising down Hennepin Avenue. The air-conditioning was on full-blast, cooling his body’s heat, and on the CD player, Yolanda Adams was reminding him of God’s faithfulness. It was late evening and the sun was low, making for a picturesque scene. Instead of driving in the direction of home, Xavier made a left turn on Washington Avenue. Going home, to where memories of Ebony crowded every square inch of his house, would only depress him. His thoughts of her were beginning to border on obsession, so the only thing Xavier could do was find somewhere to hide for the next few hours. Every Friday night, the guys on his basketball team crammed into Leroy’s House of Ribs to shoot pool and run their mouths. The fellas would provide the perfect distraction.

  “I told you to watch out,” Darius chided, devouring his BLT sandwich. He finished the food in his mouth and continued. “See, you wouldn’t heed my warning and that’s why you’re crying now.”

  “Shut up, Darius.” Xavier picked at his plate of curly fries. Since his arrival, his teammates had tried pulling him out of his funk by sharing their women problems. His friends were dating females who lied and schemed and demanded money. Ebony did none of those things. She wasn’t perfect, but she treated him with the utmost respect and valued their relationship. Xavier had all but lost his mind when he realized Ebony was at the Indigo with Kale. The thought of her with another man—a pretty boy athlete at that—was killing him inside.

  “I thought Ebony was the one. Being with her, loving her, sharing my life with her all just felt right. She has a kick-ass sense of humor, is feminine and girly without being irritating and she doesn’t let me get away with smack. She does a good job keeping me in line,” he joked. In his mind, he could see Ebony staring at him with a hand fixed to her hip and a smirk playing on her lips. The hip-hop music blaring from the sound system throbbed in his ears, but he could still hear Ebony’s contagious laugh. “I’ve never been with a woman who made me laugh as much as she does.” He hastened to add, “And she’s smart, too. We can talk about anything for hours. Sports, religion, sex, you name it.”

  “If that’s how you feel about her, then go get her,” Darius advised, wiping his sticky, barbecue-coated hands with a wet nap. He held up his empty beer mug, and after the freckle-faced waitress filled it to the brim and he took a sip, he said, “Sometimes a brother has to be man enough to admit he was wrong. If I were you, I would go get that woman. She’s hot!” He held out his hand. “No disrespect, bro.”

  A grin turned the corners of Xavier’s mouth. Darius was right; she was hot. And charming, too. Ebony had impressed his parents, which was no easy task, and aside from Jacqueline, everyone in his family thought she was wonderful.

  “I got down on my knees and begged Keke to take me back,” Juan confessed.

  Xavier’s eyes spread. Juan on his knees? The image was a powerful one. His friend talked more smack than anyone else, so it was staggering to learn that a woman had brought him to his knees.

  “Remember when I cheated on her and she heaved my stuff out the window?”

  Xavier nodded. How could he forget? Juan had roused him out of bed at three in the morning and begged for a ride to his brother’s house. It was the middle of February and five inches of snow had been dumped on the city that afternoon. By the time Xavier had dug his jalopy out of the snow and got it started, Juan had already soothed things over with his girlfriend and returned inside the house.

  “Well, not too long after that the girl I cheated with started spreading lies that we were still kicking it.” Stroking the stubble on his pronounced chin, he shook his head. “That skank would call the house and tell Keke I skipped work and spent the entire day in her bed. Or drive by our condo screaming insults at my girl. One day, Keke got fed up and told me to pack my shit and get out.” Juan took a swig of beer. His gaze slid across the room to the curvy Jamaican woman dancing suggestively on the dance floor.

  “It took me two weeks to convince her to take me back. Two weeks! I had to show her my time card to prove that that bitch was lying, but it took a long time for her to trust me again. I’d never even think of cheating now.” Turning his head away from the dance floor, he said, “Not for anyone. I don’t care if the woman looks like a Playboy bunny and has breasts the size of cantaloupes, I’m keeping it in my pants from now on.”

  Xavier and Nathan chuckled. Neither one of them had ever heard Juan sound so contrite. “Keke must be the bomb if she’s got you ready to turn over a new leaf,” Nathan said, smacking his friend on the back. “Tell your girl I said thanks. With you out of the game, that leaves more women for me!”

  “Go on, bro. But one day you’ll see that I was right. A good woman is hard to find, right, Xavier?”

  “Right.”

  Nathan laughed. “Forget ya’ll! I’m going to go find some booty!”

  Xavier watched his friend stroll over to the dance floor with as much subtlety as Billy Dee Williams. It wasn’t long before he was dancing with a blonde in a red one-piece pantsuit.

  Beckoning the waitress back over to the table, Juan asked Xavier if he wanted a drink. “Want a beer? It’ll help clear your mind. You know, relax you, take your mind off your woman problems.”

  Xavier shook his head. “Naw, man, I’m cool.”

  “Keep your head up,” Juan told him, returning to his sandwich. “It’s not that bad.”

  Yes, it is, the voice in Xavier’s mind said. For the next three hours, Xavier hung out with his friends. And when Leroy’s shut down, he took Juan up on his invitation to play a game of cards. Xavier wasn’t much of a card player, but he’d rather suffer through a game or two of poker than go home to a cold, empty house.

  Chapter 24

  Ebony debated whether or not to reheat her food. She’d been so busy daydreaming, she’d missed the timer going off, and now her chicken teriyaki tasted like cardboard. Just great, she thought sourly, popping the plate back into the microwave and setting the timer, now my food is dry and overcooked.

  Her eyes returned to the window. It was the perfect night for stargazing. The sun had fallen behind the clouds some time ago, leaving a clear, cloudless sky, and a calm breeze whistled mellifluously through the trees.

  Thoughts of Xavier turned over in her mind and every time Ebony relived their argument, she cringed. Over the course of the last two weeks, she had picked up the phone to call him but lost her nerve each time. A lot had happened in the time they had been apart but she missed him more and more each day.

  Despite all the work that had been put into the revised proposal, the loan petition had been denied. Oddly enough, Ebony wasn’t disappointed. The Women of Sensuality campaign was a glowing success and sales at all six Discreet Boutiques locations had shot through the roof.

  “Maybe this is God’s way of telling one of us to slow down and enjoy our success,” Kendall had said wisely.

  Ebony had agreed but in the back of her mind she was already planning their next move. The rejection was a minor setback. They had been doing business with First National Trust for six years, and had always appreciated their first-class approach of doing business. But they weren’t the only bank in town. Yesterday, Ebony had called a half dozen other financial institutes and received some promising news. She wasn’t going to make any decisions right away, but it gave her something to think about.

  The Women of Sensuality campaign was more than enough to keep her busy. And when she wasn’t working, she was going to spend more time with the people she loved. Attending the Reed barbecue had reminded her just how important family was. Iyesha was going through the terrible-teen phase and Ebony remembered what a confusing time that had been. She didn’t have anyone to talk to and even if Ingrid had been willing, Ebony wouldn’t have felt comfortable opening up to her mom. Opal was a fabulous mother, but Iyesha needed someone else to talk to. Someone who would listen to her and validate he
r feelings without passing judgment. Ebony and Iyesha had a strong relationship and maybe if she made more time for her goddaughter, she wouldn’t act out as much.

  Her relationship with Xavier was over, but the time they’d spent together had changed her forever. Her aggressive in-your-face approach to dealing with the opposite sex was a thing of the past. She didn’t have to be the star of the party or the loudest person in the room to get noticed, either. Xavier had shown her that much. He stood out in a crowd because of his quiet confidence and likable nature. He genuinely cared about people and it was evident in everything he said and did. Ebony’s feelings for him would be there for as long as she lived.

  The kitchen curtains flapped in the wind, and the breeze brushed across her face. I wonder where he is? On days like this, Xavier liked to ride his bike down to his parents’ house or jog around his neighborhood park.

  You’re doing it again, said a voice.

  Ebony slanted her head to the right. Doing what?

  Thinking about him.

  When Ebony thought about all the times they had cooked together or watched Jeopardy! or made love in the backyard under the stars, she felt warm all over. The sound of the microwave prevented her from retreating deeper into the past. After filling a glass with ice and drowning it with water, she put her plate on a wooden tray and went into the living room. Previews flashed on the TV, while Ebony fluffed pillows and spread out her blanket. Her new high-definition TV had been worth every penny. If it weren’t for the blanket and the pillow, Ebony would swear she was at the movie theater. Hushing the light on the lamp, she increased the volume and prepared for the movie to start. The doorbell chimed just as the title of the movie was displayed on the screen.

  It’s Opal, Ebony surmised, shaking her head. Now that she has a new body, she wants to show it off every chance she gets. When Opal had stopped by the office last night, Ebony had made it clear that she didn’t want to go out this weekend. She missed having male companionship but she would rather stay home and watch Scary Movie 3 than go to some overpriced club.