Sunday, May 8, 2011
This is another installment to "Her Leftovers", after the fight between Quintina and Tamesha.
Quintina was sitting on the couch in the living room when Cortez made it home. He had a few bags of food and a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he struggled not to drop before heading to the kitchen. It was dark in the room so Cortez was startled when Quintina called out to him.
"Hey baby," Cortez said, turning to her. Quintina slapped Cortez across his eyes hard enough to blind him. He dropped everything to the floor and covered his face, "What the f...?"
"Since you love her so much, pack your shit and go over there," Quintina sneered.
"Quintina, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Tamesha. Yeah, your girlfriend sent me a birthday present. Let me show you." Cortez followed her to their bedroom.
Quintina grabbed the remote and pressed play. She turned the volume up. Cortez rubbed his eyes and squinted at the tv. His bloodshot eyes got big as goose eggs and then filled with tears. "Baby..."
"I don't want to hear it. Get out!"
"But this is my place."
Quintina pulled her gun from the shoe box, pointed it at Cortez and cocked it. "You've got 15 minutes." He hurriedly gathered as much as he could stuff in a gym bag and left.
After Cortez was gone, Quintina collapsed to the floor and began to sob. She had no idea what she would do next. The obvious choice was divorce but she wasn't sure if she really wanted to be completely through with Cortez yet. She would give it some thought.
"I'll tell you when you get here."