Monday, September 21, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Sit time between flights make me more tired than the hours I spend on the plane. I utilize this time to have lunch in the food court for a change. Lucky is next to me with his nose in a box of Popeye’s Chicken while Eddie is across from us nibbling on a six- inch sub with a bag of chips.
“Word on the low is.” Lucky begins, “Roxy is about to lose custody of her daughter.”
I’m not a fan of gossip but for some strange reason my ears perk up whenever her name is involved. It has a lot to do with I don’t have a life and she seems to have too much going on in hers. Every week it’s something different. One week she’s not getting along with the nanny, the next week she and her rapper boyfriend are fighting. On an earlier flight, she got confrontational with a passenger over a wrong drink order. Tomorrow she may get off the trip just to show us that she doesn’t need the job or the money. I just look at her and think Lord, why her? She never seems content. If I were in her position I would utilize my time and money wisely. There are times when the crew has gone out for dinner and she orders the most expensive thing on the menu. She takes two bites out of it and she’s done.
Poor baby. Your daddy’s rich and your mama’s a hot mess. I’ve always wanted a child or two and here she is with a daughter and she runs away from her every chance she gets.
“To whom, Mad Lew?” Eddie asks. He’s thinking like me. Mad Lew didn’t want that child anymore than Roxy.
“Mad Lew’s mother wants it. You know what that’s all about.” Lucky dips his chicken strip in a round container of spicy mustard.
“To keep from paying Roxy child support.” I add.
“You know he pays her $20,000 a month?” Lucky fans himself, “Honey when she told me that my jaw dropped.”
“That’s $240,000 a year.” Eddie says.
“Lord forgive me for saying this but for that amount of money I wish I could birth a crumb snatcher.” Lucky looks at me, “You feel me, Boo?”
“No. You are by yourself on that.”
His smile disappears and he rolls his eyes at me, “Anyway, that heifer got Walter Nunnley paying her membership dues in the President’s club.”
Eddie frowns, “You’re supposed to be her friend, why are you telling us her business?”
“Amen.” I second.
Eddie taps my hand. “Ronnie, does he tell you my business?”
“I always put him in check.” I wink.
“Don’t even try it.” Lucky rolls his eyes at me again.
“So what, you and Roxy hanging tight now?” Eddie asks.
“I’m not supposed to be telling all her business.” He turns his back towards me and rolls his eyes at Eddie.
“Suit yourself.” Eddie chuckles.
Once I’m on the plane, it’s still a half an hour before boarding. We’re on a 757 with twenty-four first class seats so I find a seat in the very last row. Somewhere between a light and a deep sleep I wake up to the sounds of Roxy’s voice yelling into her cell phone.
“You knew my status when you got with me.” Apparently she doesn’t see me. What does she mean by status? Financial status? Relationship status? Her status of the War in Iraq?
“You know what Kenny, kiss my ass.” She yells into the phone, “And if you think you’re getting custody of Marlow kiss my ass again.” She slaps her phone shut and I hear it being thrown into her purse. She walks the first-class aisle in a huff and still don’t see me slump against the seat. I hear Lucky come on board and stow his bags in the mid-cabin closet, if he walks into first-class he surely wouldn’t miss me.
“What’s wrong with you?” I hear him ask Roxy.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” It sounds like she’s standing in front of the mirror powdering her nose. “When are you going to New Orleans?”
He answers, “This weekend, why?”
“I need a witch doctor or something. You know any?”
“Do I look like the type of person who know people like that?”
“You want me to lie?”
“Boo, I don’t know what you’ve heard but I don’t know witchdoctors.”
“What about your mother, your grandmother?”
“What are you trying to do?”
“I’ll tell you about it later.” She says just minutes before Whitney and Victor arrived. I remain slumped in the first-class seat until I feel someone tapping my feet. I pretend as if I’m asleep and start wiping my eyes.