One House Over (The Neighbors #1)

by Mary Monroe

“I hope you didn’t say ‘conversate’ in front of this new guy. That’s a word somebody made up,” I scolded. “The correct word is converse.”

Everybody ought to know by now that whatever goes on in the White House is set up to help white folks. Just like the Jim Crow laws. We ended up in America by default, so it’ll never really be our home.”

You know how we feel about marriage. It’s a one-way street and once you get on it, it’s for life on account of divorce ain’t part of God’s plan. When a couple get married, they is duty-bound to stay together until death claims one of them.”

Not biblical

“Your opinion of yourself is the only thing that’s ugly about you,”

And, no matter how mean they treat you, you better not sass none of them crackers.”

One thing I didn’t like about pretty women, especially real young ones like the one with me now, was that even though they knew they looked good, they still needed to hear it from other folks.

I ain’t never put my head nowhere near a man’s privates and I don’t want to start doing it now.”

Instead of me controlling sex, it was controlling me. Some men fucked to live and others lived to fuck. I did both. To me, sex was like food and water,

I had known a lot of women, but only a couple had enjoyed doing things other than straight sex as much as she did.

I WAS MADLY IN LOVE WITH TWO WOMEN AND IT WAS THE BEST FEELING in the world.

“So what? Being married don’t mean nothing! That ain’t never stopped nobody from creeping,”