Sweeter Than Honey
“Recapping my day, I’d flown to Flagstaff, seen Honey for the last time alive, stomped Don’s dick into his balls, spat in Rita’s face, received an anonymous call during takeoff on a plane, and opened my heart to a man I now hated since listening to Benito tell me Sunny was dead.
My soul mourned my sister’s death, but I felt relief in knowing the darkness of my spirit could still love someone. I was glad the hate I had for Rita and Don hadn’t kept me from brushing my sister’s hair or kissing her cheek. Holding on to the hopes of one day meeting my father and the terrifying responsibility of raising my nephew, I emerged from the water where every bubble had burst my dreams of getting to know Honey.
Wrapping a red fluffy oversized towel under my arms and around my breasts, I picked up my cell phone and opened the door, damn near bumping into Benito, who was on the other side waiting with open arms.
B’s head and shoulders slumped toward his chest. “Lace, I’m so sorry.” B started crying.
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