"Ight, we gon' make this quick 'cause a nigga wanna see you throw that Debbie cake on me to some ratchet shit. The deejay here violated. He was eye fucking you like you're not a married woman—" "I'm not. There's no ring on my finger." "Let me see that finger right quick." River tossed her left hand in my face. I grabbed her wrist with one hand and used my other to pull one of the black rubber bands from my braid. I happily popped that muthafucka on her finger. "We
