“Kéa, stop talking like we in a relationship or marriage or some shit. This was an accident. Keep shit a buck, baby. We ain’t make him on purpose. Ain’t gon’ be no trying again. In fact, we need to figure out how we gon’ make an announcement about breaking the fuck up once you recover.” I stood, and Kéa’s eyes followed me with her mouth hung open in shock.
The girl just miscarried. You couldn’t warm her up to this conversation?
