#Chapter14
Happy Birthday, Mother Gray
Lucille
After that day, Gray contacted the beauty school. I’m not sure what he said to them. They welcomed me back and fired that floozy. If a woman messes with my man, expect bat shit crazy to emerge.
I’m not like most girls. I refused to deal with games that include my heart. Gray found out with his hair. I fixed his hair, but it was a tad shorter than he preferred. What can you do?
Today was his mother’s birthday. Gray took me to the birthday party. I wasn’t sure what to expect. God, I hope it wasn’t a stuffy affair.
We pulled into the driveway, getting out of the car. We entered the house to find it decorated with balloons, streamers, banners, and party favors.
Two girls came bounding out towards us.
/"Oh, my god! Is this the infamous Lucille?/" One girl squealed.
/"The one and only./"
I grinned.
/"Groovy,/" the other girl said.
/"I’m Patsy,/" the first girl said.
