That time, he was posing a question. One that had been floating through my brain a thousand times. If I talked about my feelings for Monroe with anybody, it would be to Meechie. Like he’d said, he had been in my business since diapers. “Falling, nigga… Nah, I’m on the floor.” I admitted, and a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. “So y’all gon’ like take this marriage shit for real?” I shook my head. “Why not? What’s the holdup?” He threw his hands in the air.
