“The fuck you want, Kendra?” I asked when she closed the door behind her. All that ulterior motive bullshit wasn’t for me. I’ve always been a straight shooter, and she wasn’t about to keep playing games with me. “Look at the way you speak to your mother. Do you really think that’s right for you to do?” “What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want?” I spoke slower because I had always heard our family say her ass was slow.
