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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. What Lies Between. Copyright Š 2012 by Christopher Anthony Publishing. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address Christopher Anthony Publishing 1289 Marlboro Road, Lothian, MD 20711 www.authorchristopheranthony.com Library of Congress Control Number: 2012917486 ISBN-13: 978-0615700465 ISBN-10: 0615700462 First Edition: October 2012 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Interior Design: Delaney-Designs Cover Design: Tatiana Villa


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April

Don’t get me wrong, I was happy my cousin Sonia was getting married. I just couldn’t stand seeing her so elated, when I had to go home to a husband I could no longer stand being in the same room with. Two minutes in my husband’s presence, and we were arguing like two soccer moms fighting over an empty parking space at Walmart. This might sound crazy, but for the last couple of years I have been eating with, sleeping with, and sexing a complete stranger. Sonia’s wedding date was steadily approaching, and I had already missed three appointments to be fitted for my bridesmaid dress. So after meeting with Mr. Johnson, a potential buyer of the two point three million dollar estate property that I was holding title to in Woodmore Estates, I sped around the beltway like a bat out of hell to Upper Marlboro, Maryland. I pulled into Brittney’s driveway, at approximately six thirty—a half hour late and not looking forward to hearing Sonia’s mouth. While I sat in the family room waiting for Brittney to come in from watering her flowers, Sonia could not stop running her mouth. “I told you to be here at six, April! You know this is important to me. I mean, it’s not everyday a bitch gets married.” “I guess I should have called then, my bad,” I offered 5

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tiredly, removing my Gucci hater blockers. I slipped my sunshades in my purse, lounged back on the couch, kicking off my stilettos. Once I had gotten a little more comfortable, I was ready to settle it, more sincerely this time. “I know I should have called you. Right?” “No, what you should of did was answer your phone. I been calling and texting you since five o’clock.” As Sonia babbled on about my tardiness and her elaborate and perfectionist expectations for her fancy fairytale wedding, I was trying to think of a way to keep my marriage from crumbling to pieces. I’m glad Sonia and Daryl finally decided to tie the knot; however, like the saying goes, misery loves company. So, I guess you can call me a hater. The more I thought about how my and Danny’s marriage did a 180-degree turn for the worst, the more irritated I became hearing Sonia talk about this goddamn wedding. “Girrrrrl, the menu consists of roast beef, chicken marsala, fresh vegetables, chocolate covered strawberries, and red roasted potatoes. The company that’s providing the ice sculptures said the sculptures would last the entire reception and we are also having white doves. Oh. And a Jaguar limo will pick us up from my house, and the stretch Hummer limo will pick up Daryl and his groomsmen from his brothers house. Aunt Coochie and Mimi are supposed to design the floral arrangements, Daryl’s buddy P. J. will dee-jay.” On and on and on and on, Sonia babbled the details without taking a breath. Finally, Brittney came in from the back sliding glass door, relieving me of my misery. “Come on y’all, we have to go upstairs, I’m finished outside.” Sonia rushed up to Brittney’s side, “Come on April.” 6

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Brittney’s bedroom resembled the back of a Chinese dry cleaner. Clothes were thrown everywhere. Material, patterns, and spools of thread in various arrays of colors were all over the place. She juggled a few spools of cloths and patterns around to clear a spot on her bed for us to park our hips. “I’m going to have you two looking like princesses,” she said with a smile. “You mean me,” Sonia said with an attitude. “This is my wedding.” Sonia sat on the end of the bed. I flopped down beside her wanting to slip under the thick comforter and go to la-la land, but instead, I grabbed one of the oversized pillows and propped it behind my back. “Come on Sonia, you need to try your gown on.” Brittney turned and stepped towards her walk-in closet. Damn, now I can finally get a nap, I thought to myself, as I began relaxing back onto the bed. “You too April. We are going to need your help,” said Brittney. Brittney’s walk-in closet was almost the size of her bedroom. This woman had clothes upon clothes everywhere. Every tag read: Prada, Chanel, Gucci, Marc Jacobs, Louis Vuitton, or some other type of high-end designer. Not to mention bags, all imports from Italy or France. From snatches to travel bags, Brittney was strapped. Sonia flitted around in the closet, antsy, like she was going to her high school prom. She quickly pulled her Safeway shirt over her head and wriggled out of her khakis. I used to have a more curvaceous body than Sonia, but after she gave birth to her twins, Donny and Johnny, her skinny little butt plumped up. Her breasts fit snug in the turquoise bra she 7

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wore, and her round ass paid homage to her small waist and wide hips. She could have easily posed in the back of one of those KING magazines that Danny kept in our bathroom on the floor by the toilet. She said the secret to her keeping her body in shape was a three mile run three days a week, and an occasional weight training regimen. Brittney and I helped Sonia into her white gown. She had some nerve wearing white. Maybe she chose to forget about Sheldon, Kenny, Andrew and only Lord knows who else. Sonia was far from a virgin: light years away. But I had to admit, she did look like a porcelain baby doll standing in front of the wall mirror. I held onto the train of her gown as she spun around gazing back at her reflection. The dress fit Sonia perfect. Lace and pearls cascaded over the folds and intricate cuts, clinging to every curve. It showed a respectful amount of her creamy cleavage, permitting her to be able to stand before the pastor. Sonia fingered the locks of her curly hair, fixing it nicely over her shoulders, “How does it look April?” “All I have to do is make a couple of adjustments and you’re straight,” Brittney answered, as she marked the spot on the end of the dress that still needed hemming. Sonia sprung around, back facing the mirror. Glancing over her shoulder, she asked again, “Seriously April, how do I look? Is my ass too big?” I needed to leave. All the joyfulness was depressing me. I pressed my face against Sonia’s as we both stared at our own reflections. “Sonia you’re beautiful. Daryl’s going to fall in love with you all over again. I am so happy for you. You have a good man, just keep God at the center of your marriage and you two will be okay. True love never fails.”

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Tears spontaneously streamed from my eyes. I could feel my face balling up, and knew for sure I looked a hot mess. “I am going to let you two be alone and get us something to drink,” said Brittney, noticing I was disturbed. “When I come back, be ready for me to size you up April.” Sonia turned facing me. “What’s wrong? Are you okay April?” She lifted the veil, the white of the dress causing her complexion to radiate against the medley of freckles dotting the bridge of her nose. I could feel a lump forming in my chest, and working its way up to my throat. I wanted to break down, but instead I replied calmly. “I am okay, girl. It’s just…just me and Danny have been going through a lot of stuff lately. I mean, he acts like he doesn’t love me anymore. I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take.” Sonia wrapped her arms around me as we sat down on the edge of Brittney’s bed. We squeezed each other tight the same way we did when we were kids watching those scary Friday The Thirteenth movies. We rocked together, back and forth, until I built up enough nerve to talk about the problems I was having at home. I released my hold realizing I could possibly stain her gown. “I love Danny. He’s just not the same man I married.” Sonia gave me a concerned stare. “Is he hitting you? That bastard better not be putting his hands on you.” “Naw girl, he ain’t hitting me or nothing. He just…just… he doesn’t do anything. We don’t even talk no more. I can’t remember the last time we made love. I want to be faithful to my husband, but the way he’s been neglecting me – damn. I mean, what do I have to do to get a little attention?” I wiped my nose and eyes with the swatch of cloth Sonia 9

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handed me. “I do everything he asks of me. I try so hard to make things work between us. I really don’t know anymore. The way things are looking, while you’re walking down the aisle to get married, I’ma be walking into divorce court.” “Shut up girl,” Sonia said. “You know granny ain’t raise us like that. You have to try to make things work with your husband. You and Danny said vows before God.” “I know Sonia, but I can’t do it by myself. It takes two. He acts as if he can’t even meet me halfway. Soon as he signed the R&B artist Quincy Devine to his artist management company, our relationship changed. He is never home. Him and Quincy are always out on the road. And when he is home, he’s downstairs in the studio.” “He’s probably out messing around with them groupie bitches.” “I don’t know what he’s doing, but I know who he’s not doing-me.” “Girl, listen to me,” Sonia directed me seriously. “It sounds like you two need marriage counseling. Daryl and I had to complete ten weeks of counseling before Pastor Mike would even consider marrying us. Pastor Mike is our age, so he understands the kind of things young couples experience. I think you should talk to him.” “Puh! I haven’t been to church in Lord knows how long” Sonia frowned. “Don’t nobody care anything about that. You are trying to get your marriage back on track, right?” “Yeah, you right, but I doubt if he will even go.” “Nothing beats a failure but a try. You at least have to ask him.” “You know what, you’re right.” I straightened my blouse, 10

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then ran my fingers through my hair pulling curls away from my face. Sonia and I always comforted one another in our times of need. Through the good times and bad, we were there for each other, lending a shoulder to lean on. Moments later, Brittney returned carrying a bottle of Zinfandel in one hand, gripping the stems of flutes in the other. “Let me size you up April, and then we can have a few drinks.” With the speed of a Chinese seamstress, Brittney took down my measurements. I had picked up an extra five to ten pounds over the winter. Plus, the stressing Danny put me through had me lying in bed late nights hugging pints of Benny and Jerry’s Sweedy Balls ice cream, watching Lifetime movies. Even though I had so much to deal with, I promised myself I was going to get back in shape before Sonia’s August 24th wedding date. After convincing Sonia to take her gown off and Brittney recording the rest of my measurements, we had drinks. In close to an hour, we finished half of the bottle of Zinfandel and what started out as a size and fitting arrangement, turned into a lady’s night out. Between sips of wine, we laughed and giggled about girly things—the three of us atop Brittney’s king size bed. We conversed about everything from the latest sex toy to what designer had the best bag for the upcoming summer. Out of nowhere, the undercover freak bride-to-be Sonia asked to have male strippers at her bachelorette party. I didn’t say anything, but I had just the men she would love to see: The Convicts. And convicts they were. The five of them were recently released from a federal prison: big, musclebound, knotted stomached brothers that spent years behind 11

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bars keeping their bodies tight. I ran into the owner-slashmanager, a bald hunk of a man, with brown eyes and an incredible dark tone at an open house I had for a property in Annapolis. When I first laid eyes on Travis, I thought he played with the Redskins or was a professional prize fighter. Before I had the chance to ask, he whipped his business card out and gave me that accentuated Donnie Simpson smile, focusing on me with bedroom eyes. My whole body shivered. After glancing at the card and noticing four other men just as fine as him, I told myself, I have to see this. Brittney stared at Sonia glassy-eyed, left brow raised. “What you need with some male strippers? Sonia’s face flushed red. She turned the glass up to her head, swallowed, then said, “Is it a crime in taking a look at a different dick before I get married. Is something wrong with that? I just want to look at the menu. I’m not going to place an order.” And just as Sonia finished her ridiculous statement, Eric, Brittney’s husband, bust through the door putting an end to our little party. “Who wants to see the different dicks,” he said loudly, then started laughing. Sonia’s flute fell out her hand onto the floor, and right then I knew she didn’t need any more to drink. It was time for us to go. I was feeling giddy myself. I wasn’t mushy drunk, just a little giggly. Sonia was in no shape to drive, so it was up to me to take her to her house in Marlboro Meadows. Daryl was in for a long night with Sonia. When she got drunk, she was extremely wild in bed. Five glasses of White Zinfandel and all the freak came out of my cousin.

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I let the Keyshia Cole cd bang the entire ten minutes it took me to get to Sonia’s brick split foyer. Daryl’s blue, Ford pick-up was parked in front of the garage. The light above the front door was on. Sonia was out like a light curled up in the passengers’ seat with one shoe on and mussed hair. My girl was twisted. I didn’t see anything wrong with letting your hair down every now and then, but Sonia couldn’t handle much liquor at all. I shook Sonia’s legs, waking her. She popped up from the seat with a shit-eating grin on her face. “Where we at?” “At your house, get yourself together, Daryl’s home. You don’t want the twins to see you like this.” I reached over, pulled down the sun visor and flipped open the mirror, “Fix your hair.” The ten-minute ride must have done her some justice because she acted like she had some sense now. Before she went out, she was having fits of laughter for no apparent reason. I guess the thought of her kids seeing her and the possibility of Daryl being upset must have straightened her up. She slid on her shoe, and then fixed her hair while looking at herself in the mirror. After she finished, she faced me with a serious look on her face. “April, you really need to get in touch with Pastor Mike.” She wiped her hand over her face and shook her head. “I think he can help your marriage.” “I am going to take your advice and call the church in the morning. Now, you need take your ass in the house.” Sonia reached between the seats and grabbed her Coach bag. To complete our girl’s night ritual, we hugged. “Promise me you are going to call Pastor Mike.” 13

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“Promise.” Sonia staggered her way to the front door. Before entering the house, she turned around smiling and waved. I hit the horn, backed out the driveway, and headed home, praying I didn’t have to go through another saga with Danny.

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