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“I said I’m good.”
She walked closer.
“That don’t look like you ran into some shit. That look like some shit ran into you.”
I sucked my teeth.
“Come on, Sam.”
“Come on, Sam what?”
“I’m good.”
“Your fucking mouth is bleeding.”
“It stopped.”
“Xavier.”
“Sam.”
She stared at me.
“What happened?”
“I told you. Shit happened at work.”
“What kind of work shit leaves your face looking like that?”
I didn’t answer.
She folded her arms.
“Did somebody jump you?”
“No.”
“You get into a fight?”
“No.”
“So what the fuck happened?”
“Why you interrogating me?”
“Because you just walked into our house looking like somebody beat the fuck out of you!”
I looked at her.
“Nobody beat the fuck out of me.”
She stared at my face.
Then at me.
“Okay.”
I knew that okay.
