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from the menu.
    "The verse, the one you had to recite?"
    "Oh, what’s to come is better than what has been when the Lord is the captain of your destiny."
    "Hmm," Cricket said. "Okay, but what’s the Saturday morning sermon got to do with you being all worn out? You all didn’t do that much praying," she persisted.
    "Thought you were calling it an early night. Isn’t that why you couldn’t meet us at Cabos for drinks?" Kori asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.
    Persha struggled with another yawn. She moved the menu in front of her face, but Kori quickly snatched it down.
    "Okay, who is he?" Kori said as she started giggling. It didn’t take long for the three of them to start carrying on like schoolgirls until the waitress interrupted them.
    After the waitress walked away with Persha’s order, Kori leaned forward.
    "Okay, dish the dirt, girlfriend, and don’t you dare leave a single thing out. I want all of the juicy dirty details," Kori insisted.
    By now, Persha had Cricket’s attention too. Knowing there was no way she’d get away without telling her friends something, she braced herself and started.
    "Well, remember a while back when we were at Razoo’s and I ran into Clarke? You guys asked why we didn’t make plans to hook up?"
    The skeptical look on Cricket’s face slowed the story, but Persha knew there was no turning back.
    "Yeah?" Kori asked eagerly.
    "Well, keep in mind he did give me his business card, and-uh, I was bored one day, so-um I called him, and well-um, one thing sort of led to another, and-"
    The waitress came back with two Texas sized plates. She gracefully eased them onto the table and looked at Persha.
    "Yours will be here in a few minutes, ‘kay?" she stated as she walked away, taking Persha’s smile as a ‘kay’.
    Persha looked on as steam rose from Kori and Cricket’s plates. "Ummm, sure smells good," she said as the two dug in.
    After swallowing her first bite, Kori looked up at Persha and said, "Okay, bring it!"
    "O-kaay, well, um-I agreed to cook dinner and he came over last night."
    "Alone?" Cricket pressed.
    "Of course alone," Persha snapped.
    "What’s dinner got to do with you being late meeting us and tired this morning. looks like you could hardly keep your eyes open," Cricket retorted.
    "Unless dinner turned into breakfast," Kori grinned.
    "Let’s just say at about three in the morning, I had to all but push him out the door."
    "OHMIGOD! What about his wife?" Cricket asked, wearing a worried look all over her face.
    Persha shrugged and nodded toward the waitress, who was finally bringing her plate. Once the waitress left, Cricket leaned closer to the center of the table.
    "What about Clarke’s wife?" Cricket whispered.
    "Oh, girl, he says things aren’t going too good at home. Besides, every time we’re together, she never calls or pages him. Most times we hang out for hours." Persha shrugged one shoulder and turned to her food.
    Kori stopped chewing and Cricket placed her fork down on the plate. "Every time?" They asked in unison.
    Realizing her slip way too late, Persha rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth.
    "I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on us," Kori stated as she started giggling again. But Cricket didn’t crack a smile or utter a word. She looked at Persha and started shaking her head.
    "See, that’s why I didn’t tell y’all I was kicking it with Clarke again. I don’t need you judging me," Persha said, snatching her food off the fork with her teeth like she had an attitude.
    "Ain’t nobody judging you, Persha. It’s just you’ve been down that road, why put yourself through his crap again? It’s like falling into a ditch, finally struggling to pull yourself out, only to walk over there and deliberately fall right back in again," Cricket snickered. "Nothing good can come from such a fall, especially the second time around."
    "Oh, stop being so damn melodramatic, Cricket," Kori hissed. "I want to hear all the juicy little details." She