Sing A Simple Song/ Story excerpt







Nettie Mae jerked an opened her eyes at the blaring of the car horn.
She squinted and remembered her glasses were perched on the top of her
thick grey hair.

“How ya doin Sister Murkins” a shrill voice yelled from the black Cadillac Escalade. She recognized who it was immediately!

“Qui t honking that horn Blossom! You woke me up from my nap” , she
replied angrily! Blossom waved again from the car and lite a cigarette.
Bloss om was her youngest daughters best friend. A sissy or as they
called them today, Gay! Gay, sissy or whatever that boy could sho do
some hair! Course Blossom’s real name was Lewis Brown. His mother had
been her best friend before she passed twenty years earlier. The boys
of the community named him Blossom Butt years ago. Folks said Blossom
used to meet men folk in the park after dark and do the nasty! He had
the biggest behind for a man she’d ever seen in her life! He used to
laugh at how many homes he’d broken up! Wonder why a man would want to
go to bed with another one? Bible spoke against it but it sho didn’t
stop them men folk from giving Blossom money! Every Friday night him
and Cloisonne, her daughter would go to the Sludge, a local bar and
grill. Sludge had been in the community forever! When she was a young
unmarried woman she used to put on her spike heel shoes and a sheath
dress to party down there. An old geechee nigga named Zeke used to fry
up the best chicken and fish in the world! He was sweet on her and
would give her three side dishes with her fish instead of the usual
two. But when she married Otis Simmons he stopped that mess. He
continued to go there but since she was now married, no respectable
marr ied lady would be seen within a mile of that place! A screen door
slammed.

“M ama why didn’t you tell me Blossom was here? I been in the kitchen
putting those collards in a bowl for you.” Nettie Mae looked up at her .

“ Hope you didn’t put them in the freezer. I may have a taste for them
later on girl.” Cloisonne waved at Blossom. She was five foot eight and
shapely. Her waist was small and the girl was a high yallow. Thick hair
tinted blonde and styled to perfection, thanks to Blossom. She was a
supervisor in the Water Department at City Hall. Like her four other
siblings she’d graduated from Lincoln University in Jefferson City,
Missouri. She bent down and pecked her mother in the top of her head.

“So you like this dress Mama? I got it off layaway at T.J. Maxx yesterday.” She looked her up and down.

“It’s really cute and red was always your color,” Nettie Mae replied. “
How come you got on so much cologne! Opium is already strong so you
don’t need to put on that much.” Cloisonne shrugged her shoulders. Her
Mama was not going to worry her!

“ Gotta go, see ya later,” she said rushing down the steps to the
sidewalk. Her high heels clicked on the concrete walkway as she quickly
stepped down the last steps and to the sidewalk. There Blossom go
blasting that darn horn again she thought as he pulled away from the
curb with Aretha Franklin blaring from his custom designed car radio.

“ That gal sho stay in the streets!” No need to look around to see who
it was! Izora Turner had plopped her big butt down on her own porch .
Nettie responded not bothering to look her way.

“One thing about it, she work everyday and she ain’t got no babies
holding her back!” She turned and smiled at Izora. Ha,ha,ha, she
thought to herself. Izora had five girls, about twenty grandchildren
an d not one son-in-law she could claim. Her only son, James Irvine was
locked up in the state prison. When he was out he used to sneak around
at night and be with Blossom Butt! Wasn’t nothing wrong with Izora
other than the fact that she was jet black and mean! Sittin over there
swatting flies. Thank God Otis had screened in the porch years before
he passed.

“ Nettie Mae did I tell you my son’s friend gonna take me down to
Sedalia to buy me a hog. Girl you pick one out and they fatten it up
for ya. I went down there last year and he bout ready to be slaughtered
now. ”

“Really,” Nettie said. She also mumbled under her breath. “ There’s
already a hog over there and I’m sitting here looking at it!” She
cleared her throat. “ You singing at Pastor’s anniversary?”
Izora shifted to one side, expelled a loud volley of gas and belched. She fanned the air with her hand.

“ I guess so cause everybody always ask me to render a A & B
selection honey. “ She placed her hand on her generous waist. “ You
hear bout Sister Wilkins? Honey that heifu ran off with the Pastor at
her church. Heard they living down round Memphis!” Nettie Mae sat up
straight in her chair.

“Past or Hayes ? He done run off with Agnes?” Izora nodded and picked at her nose.

“Netti e Mae these preachers is something else! Over at Cedar Rock AME
they found Darrell Logan, they choir director having sex in the
baptizing pool with some nigga that was painting the Pastor’s study!
Said Darrell had paid the man fifty dollars! Chile the world is a
perilous place!” She turned and looked at Nettie Mae who had suddenly
fallen asleep.



The blues band was playing one of her favorite songs as Cloisonne and Blossom Butt made it to the last open booth.

“Hey Clo,” a bearded man sipping a drink shouted out. She waved as they
took a seat. Blossom opened his Louis Vuitton purse and pulled out a
Gucci cigarette case. He opened it and pulled out a cigarette. He
looked at her.

“ You ain’t said nothing about Richard honey. So wazzup with that?” She took a deep breath.

“ I still don’t believe he’s seeing somebody else! And not Dimple Moore!” Blossom leaned back and smiled.

“Gir lfriend didn’t I tell you to stop telling these bitches all yo
business! Especially how good your man is in bed! Hell when you was
telling me about y’all’s bedwork my ass got hot as cayenne pepper! Good
thing we’re friends cause I’d be stalkin that nigga!” She glared at
him. He laughed,” Girl you know I’m just playing.” Blossom lite his
cigarette and looked around the club. His mouth gapped as he slapped
Cloisonn e on her arm.

“No he ain’t sitting over there with that heifu Dimple!” She turned and
looked . It was him! Her man was sitting with her arch enemy. Richard
was laughing and drinking with Dimple and her two best friends. For a
moment she continued to sit . Blossom was not going to allow this to
happen and not say anything!

“D id he give you that three hundred dollars he owed you?” She continued
to stare. “ I take that as a no! No he ain’t reaching in his pocket and
paying for those bitches drinks!” How much more could she take? A girl
had called her job and told her she was three months pregnant by him.
Another one threw a brick through their window almost hitting her
mother. Richard always borrowed money from her every time she got paid.
Maybe if he stayed away from the gambling boats he’d have some money!
Blossom smeared more fire engine red lipstick on his lips! He had to
look good if there was gonna be drama!

“Well if you don’t plan to say anything I sho in the hell will!” He started to stand up.

“No Blossom sit down! He’s coming over here.”



He didn’t walk he glided. Richard was six foot three, with a muscular
swimmer s build. He skin was the color of honey. His close cropped hair
was heavy with waves. A thick mustache hooded his full dark lips. She’d
fallen in love with his bowed legs! Folks always said how well he was
doing since he was only twenty eight years old and a supervisor at the
car plant. Cloisonne knew he had at least four children by various
women. As he approached them he flashed his familiar smile. The kind
that sent women into a swoon! His teeth were similar to Steinway piano
keys,perfe ct!

“Hey baby,” he kissed her passionately on her lips and sat down beside her. He looked at Blossom. “Wazzup girlfriend?”

“Me, ” Blossom replied and glanced at Cloisonne. This nigga is so fine ran through Blossom’s head!

“ I know that’s right,” he continued to smile and look Cloisonne up and
down. “ Dam that dress is pretty. But you always look nice anytime I
see you.” Blossom couldn’t pass this one up!

“Hello! Ha,ha,ha! My girl got taste. Not like your friend across the
way who dresses strictly from Dollar General?” He shot a glance at him.

“I been having a good day Blossom and I’m not about to let you spoil
it” Nervousness was spread all over Cloisonne’s face. Not to be
intimidated, Blossom smiled and leaned back.

“ Me spoil something for you Suga?” They locked eyes. Silence. Richard knew he’d better back off.

Blossom knew he wouldn’t carry it any further. Fine ass nigga didn’t
hardly want him to put his business in the streets even if it did
happen years ago in the back seat of his vintage Benz. Richard had wore
out his Yes,Yes, or what was commonly known as his ass. Yes, yes
sounded much nicer. Wouldn't a repeat performance be wonderful? Yeah,
he had a helluva lot more experience now!


The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone away," Blossom Butt hummed along
with B.B. King as he watched Closionne and Richard engage in a slow
grind on the dance floor. He sat up and dropped his cigarette case in
his purse. No thrill for him sitting alone as the dance floor continued
to get more crowded. Time to leave!



"Bloss om, girl where in the hell you been all day! I been calling yo
black ass for days!" A large ,dark ,unattractive woman with a shiny
cascading mane of hair sat down. Soot or rather Lenora James plopped
her big ass down and glared at him.

"Soot I got better thangs to do than sit by the phone waiting for
your black ass to call me, " he replied. Since she was a friend of
Clo's he tried to be nice.

"Ha,ha,ha,h a, bitch you ain't gonna worry me!" Lenora shoved
Blossom Butt and picked up his frothless beer. She looked around the
dance floor. " The way Richard and my girl Clo is dancing I bet they
gonna be going to his apartment!"

Bloss om Butt shook his head and glanced at his flats. Lenora was pathetic! Jet black, (dark as soot), thus the name. Fat,
ugly and had six kids.Poor girl also had bad credit and had the nerve ,
not to know who the fathers of at least four of her children were!
Mean as hell! She was always looking for a man. But men sure did creep
through her door after dark! Soot was always bragging about how good
her coochie was. Maybe so but she always smelled fishy which was a sure
indicator that her active coochie was probably tainted! Soot sat the
beer down with a bang and pointed at Blossom Butt's shoes.

"Dam them is some bad shoes! You know I always git on EBay and
look at stuff. I saw them mugs! They by some dude named, uh, uh
Loubootin."
" Christian Lou-bu-taa, Loubouton," he snapped at her.

"Whatever! But everybody ain't able to buy stuff like that!" She
rolled her eyes at him! Wonder which man had got them shoes for this
fag! He acted more like a woman than she did! Slut.


He knew it was time to go. He stood up and adjusted his tight cream colored linen slacks.

" Which way you headed," Soot asked as she closed her purse ?

" Opposite direction you are." He picked up his purse and
strolled casually away from the table waving at friends along the way
to the exit.

"Soot, when did you get here," Cloisonne asked as she sat down
accompanied by Richard. He winked at her and signaled the barmaid to
their table.

"Heifu I got here bout fifteen minutes ago. Bitchy Mae or Blossom
Butt was nasty as usual. Wonder why he always put me down every chance
he get? He better be glad I didn't kick his ass!"

"Ha,ha,ha,h a," Richard laughed holding his stomach. "Shit I'd like
to see that! Blossom Butt may be sweet but nobody fuck with him cause
the girl can fight!" Cloisonne paid for the beers and laid her hand on
Soot's arm.

"Mama got two Vogue patterns that she wants you to sew. The fabric
is a light wool crepe girl." Soot gulped her beer and wiped her mouth.

"I know that's right cause Miss Nettie don't be buying no cheap material!"

R ichard peeked Cloisonne on her cheek.

"I'll be right back Baby. I see a nigga that owe me some cheese."
He touched his waist and stood up and left. She knew he always carried
a gun and hoped there wouldn't be any drama. She turned to Soot.

" Girl where did Blossom Butt go? We were suppose to go down to Dianne's Fish and Chicken for dinner?"

" Probably meeting somebody's husband. Anyway just call the bitch on her cell and ask where she is."

It had been three weeks since she spent the night with Richard. Cloisonne stood sweating bent over the toilet stool. Blossom Butt had told her last night she shouldn’t eat the suspicious looking meatloaf at Dianne’s! Usually the café only featured fish and chicken but according to a waitress many people had requested they add it to the menu. She flushed the stool and turned to look into the vanity mirror. God, she was pale and still sweating. Picking up a wash cloth she gently wiped her flawless complexion. Suddenly she stopped ! No it couldn’t be! But then women got pregnant even when they took their pills diligently! Her period was late but that wasn’t unusually. Control yourself she said to herself as her breathing became rapid. Slowly she sat on the vanity chair. She was the youngest of four sisters and nobody had gotten pregnant before they married! Von Fay, the oldest didn’t have her daughter until she’d been married five years. Pat , second in line was married several years ago and still didn’t have a child. Her husband was anxious for a family but Pat being her usual independent self told him to order one from J.C. Penney’s. Last but the most vibrant of her siblings was Etta Jean. She was married to a pharmacist and have a son one year to the date of her marriage. If she were pregnant how in the world could she face her Mother? The old girl had a thing about unmarried women having babies. How many times had they heard her say in her day a girl was shamed so bad by the church that many just left town never to be seen again. She stood up and noticed her sweating had stopped. A hot shower would make her feel better even though per usual her Mother had the air conditioner turned on full blast!

July and the air was so hot it made it difficult to breath. Nettie Mae walked on the porch and sat in her usual place. The talking she heard was Izora gossiping on her cell phone. A frosty glass of ice tea sat on a small white wicker table. She sipped it in between the lies she was telling. In about three hours they’d all be headed to church for the last of the Pastor’s anniversary festivities. Smiling she glanced at her. Izora never had anything good to say about anybody, even her own children! All the neighbors hated her because she constantly dipped into their business. She would go down the birth order of all her children criticizing them, it also applied to her grandchildren except for her favorite grandson lil Bruce. All the kid did was whined and sat up under her. Bruce rarely ever came outside when he visited. He was her favorite, no if’s and’s or buts! Between gossiping about everybody she would interject that she needed to quit doing it, after all she was a Christian! The black heifu couldn’t spell the world! He,he,he, Blossom Butt told Cloisonne that lil Bruce was one of the children (gay) and said he’d heard he had been with several of the neighborhood boys already. Oh well, that was her problem.

“Girl I better git in this house and find something to wear. Cause you know I’m rendering a A selection at the Pastor’s anniversary today,” Izora rubbed the sweating glass of tea across her face.
“I thought you was singing two songs Izora. That’s what you told me last week,” Nettie Mae replied?
Izora placed her hand on her fat hip.
“ Honey the choir director told me Blossom Butt was gonna sing Amazing Grace!”
“Yeah Blossom can sing that song child! Pastor can preach his butt off after Blossom sang that one honey! Cloisonne didn’t mention he was singing it. I can’t wait!” She nodded and smiled widely.
“ Oh well, different strokes for different folks! …………………Oh yeah, I saw Soot at yo place the other day. Were those suits she was carrying the ones she sewed for you? Nettie Mae smiled.
“That gal can sew! I gave her two Vogue patterns three weeks ago and she was bringing them back. I’m gonna wear the lime green linen suit today. Vona sent me the prettiest beige pumps to wear with it. They real pretty, she said she got them at a store called Bloomingdales .”
“Git back girl! Her and her husband still living in New York?” Nettie nodded and took a deep breath.
“Yeah.” She settled back in her chair. “ All my girls in living in different parts of the country. I enjoy going to New York, Atlanta and Chicago. But I wished they all still lived out here on The Hill. Since Otis is buried in Kansas City, I wouldn’t leave him here alone,” she sniffed and wiped her eye with a cotton handkerchief. “Hopefully Closionne will stay around when she marries.” Izora pursed her lips and smirked.
“ If she ever git married. Nowadays these gals don’t care bout having no husband. How you feel about Richard? That nigga is something else!” For a moment Nettie Mae thought about it.
“ I’m just happy she has someone whose working. So many of our young men only deal drugs and don’t seem to have any ambition. If they ain’t gay, they in prison honey.” Ha,ha,ha, she thought to herself! I got that heifu with that one! “ By the way Izora when James Irvine getting out?” Izora shuddered! Nettie Mae uh old bitch!
“Lawd I hear my phone ringing!” She jumped up , pulling her thin cotton dress from her sweating butt and rushed in the house. Nettie Mae smiled and crossed her legs at the ankles.
“Oooh, that made her day,” she said to herself. Teach her to signify about her daughter!
“ Mama how are you tolerating this heat?” Cloisonne, wearing an white waffle weave robe stood looking down at the deserted ball park.
“ This heat don’t bother me girl. I remember the time Mama and Daddy didn’t even have a fan and we got along just fine.” She looked up at her daughter and their eyes locked. The smile left Nettie Mae’s face! With a groan she slowly stood up and looked at her daughter.
“What’s wrong with you,” she asked her Mother. For a second Nettie Mae continued to look at her. She finally spoke.
“Gal you done gone and got yourself pregnant!” Cloisonne gasped! In all her years she had never seen such a look on her Mother’s face!
“What ?………………. I don’t know what you’re talking about Mama!” Nettie stood tall and looked her up and down.
Her reply to her daughter would forever ring in her ears.
“I never dreamed I’d raise a whore!” Her eyes watered over as she entered the house. Cloisonne couldn’t move. Her mother had never said anything like that to anyone! A whore? She touched her trembling lips. How could she say such a thing? Tears began to cascade from her eyes!
“Daddy,” she screamed out! “ I need you Daddy! I need you!” But Otis was gone. He’d been dead almost ten years. He would’ve told her everything was gonna be alright! After all she was his baby girl.
In five minutes she’d thrown on a pair of jeans and a top and ran to her car. Izora stood in her panties and bra watching from her upstairs bedroom.
“Wonder what got into that gal?” Hell she didn’t have on no shoes gittin in her pretty black car.”

The neat three bedroom shotgun house stood in the midst of elm and oak trees. His mother had always taken great pride in her home. His father had made sure everything was always in working order. But she’d die from a stroke. Grief stricken his ,death followed hers by three months. There were no brothers or sisters to help him plan and share his grief. Only Miss Nettie Mae who stayed with him every step of the way. Blossom Butt had converted a back sun porch to his beauty salon. It was alive with color. White gardenias danced across the pastel yellow paper. Thanks to the insurance money he was able to attend beauty school and graduated top of his class. If there was one thing he could do was some hair. Blossom Butt found it necessary to turn away as many women as he booked. He walked into the rear bedroom, his room. All his customers loved the peach colored comforter set which coordinated with the Khaki colored walls. African inspired painting along with Egyptian ones continued the ethnic theme. As a general rule he only dressed up ( wore women’s clothes ) when he ventured into neighboring Johnson County. For fun he turned tricks from several of the upscale hotels and bars. Many of the men acted shocked when they discovered he was a man but that didn’t stop them mounting him and getting the best screwing in their dam lives. Today would be the first time he would go to church dressed as a woman. A dozen designer garments laid sprawled on his king sized bed. Would it be Chloe, Tracy Reese or Marc Jacobs? He picked up a leopard skin print stiletto by Manolo Blahnik. Laughing to himself Blossom Butt snatched the red Armani clingy sheath dress from a hook on the closet. Oh yes! The Blahnik slings would do just fine! He was gonna punish all the bitches when he walked in. Now what wig? Uh, huh, the Beyonce blonde one.
As he pulled his own braided hair into a pony tail he heard it! Who was the screaming and banging on his dam door ? He ran to the front of the house and snatched the door open!
“Girl,what,…… ……..Clo isonne collapsed in his arms! “What happened Clo ? Is something wrong with Miss Nettie,” he shouted as he helped her to a chair? Her tears came in torrents! “ Stop crying and tell me what’s wrong girl!” She continued to wail! Not knowing what else to do he slapped her back into reality!
“I’m pregnant Blossom! How……………….I don’t know what to do!” He rushed to his bathroom.
“Girlfrie nd you need some drugs to calm you down! Don’t worry if you are pregnant it won’t hurt the baby he said forcing the pill in her mouth followed by a sip of water on his return. She coughed and fell back on the chair. Blossom Butt sat on a celery colored hassock and took her hands in his.
“ If you’re pregnant as you say don’t git your panties in a bunch hon. That can sho be taken care of.” Cloisonne gagged and sat up.
“ There’s no way I could abort a child Blossom,” she sobbed, “You know me better than that.”
“Well then what’s all this drama about Boo ? So what does Sir Richard say about all this?” He opened a box of Godiva chocolates and popped one into his mouth.
She sniffed and wiped her nose.
“I haven’t told him yet. Mama was the one who discovered I was ……………well you know.
“Miss Nettie?……………Oh yeah. Her and my mother had a way of telling if somebody was pregnant. Or as they said back in the day, somebody been bit by the bulldog. Ha,ha,ha,ha.”At last Cloisonne was able to smile.
“Oh Blossom Mama talked to me so bad. She implied I was a whore and this would embarrass the whole family. As I was leaving I heard her talking to Vona on the phone telling her about it.”
Blossom Butt shook his shoulders.
“Vona? Yo sister!“ He laughed loudly and clapped his hands! “ Shit that heifu probably told Miss Nettie, Mama go find yoself some business and when you find it please mind it! Boo, Vona June is something else! I need to call that hoe and see whose husband besides her own, she’s screwing! Miss Nettie ain‘t gonna worry me!” He took her hands in his and leaned forward. “ You been my best friend since we were in second grade. I ain’t about to dessert you know. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever known.” He stood up. “Call Richard from here and give his ass the 411. I’m going to church but I’ll be back about five.” He winked and pulled her to her feet. “ I’m dressing up for church for the first time and I need you to give me your opinion on my makeup heifu.”

Stran gers Haven non denominational church was packed. Nettie Mae sat in the missionaries row with her friends. Her smile camouflaged the desperation. Cloisonne Anne, her baby girl was pregnant and without a husband. What would her church family say about her? Thank God Otis had gone on to his reward. Izora walked down from the one hundred choir members and took the microphone from it’s stand. Several ministers nodded at her. She looked to the congregation.

“Gi ving honor to our Pastor, first lady, visiting ministers, deacons, missionaries and to all others whom honor is due I truly love the Lord.” Amens and thank you Jesus sounded throughout the church.
“ Times are perilous and the bible speaks of the last days folks. I can tell you that we in them!” Again the church members responded to her call. “ For I used to be in the world but God took my feet out of the mirred clay and I thanked him saints! I thank him!” The organist hit a note that sent her quick stepping across the pulpit! “So glad! Thank ya!" she screamed! " I just want to sing a song my pastor loves so well. His Eye Is On The Sparrow and I Know He Watches Over Me!” Izora’s first notes came as a moan and then she cried out softly. People began to stand and sway back and forth. She knew she had them once more! An usher escorted a woman to the pulpit. Deacons and everyone present took notice of the large rolling buttock encased in the red straight dress. Climbing the steps everyone took notice of her round calves and small ankles. She pursed her lips and casually flicked the thick blonde hair to her back. Slowly removing the black,large Dior glasses from her perfect face she sat down and crossed her legs at the ankles. Thank God her Jimmy Choo stiletto ,leopard print pumps had arrived in time for her to wear them! She’d seen a vintage film showing Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis doing the same thing. Blossom Butt had made the entrance of his life and there was no doubt that he’d punished both men and women with his dress and his bountiful ass! Izora too took notice but continued to raise the roof. After ten minutes she stood sweating and waving her arm back and forth. As she turned she studied Blossom Butts face but registered no recognition. Sister Morrison, Chairlady walked to the podium. She took the mike and smiled.
“Sister Izora can surely make the dead rise with her voice! She’s a wonder.” Everyone stood and clapped as Izora wiped her face and sat down. “ Brother Lewis, uh Brown was suppose to render a B selection but,” Blossom Butt took the mike from her hand.
“I’m filling in for Lewis, Sister,” He cooed and caressed the mike. Blossom Butt looked out over the congregation. “ I had planned to sing something slow but this is such a joyous occasion I want to render a number that’s gonna make folks get up and just shout!” The piano player mouthed what key? Blossom Butt smiled and began to sing. Let the nigga figure out the note after he heard him he thought.

“ Now let us go, back to the old landmark
Let us go, back to the old landmark
Now let us go, back to the old landmark
And we’ll sing in the service of the Lord

The music became thunderous as everyone present took to their feet. Whoever this sister was she sure could sing! The bass player played like he was at a R&B concert ! The entire choir leaped up and began to respond to her emotional soprano call!

“Preachers preach, preach in the old time way
Preachers preach, yes they do, in the old time way
Preachers preach, in the old time way, __________ Oh yes they do ! "

Blossom Butt hit a gospel squall that sent the congregation into a rocking, shouting, screaming demon! He
sang the second verse and quick stepped across the stage as the musicians carried the bridge! Executing a quick step, he turned to the side,spread his arms, looked over his shoulder and began to bounce his ass ! His blonde mane went wild !
“Jesus,” a Minister screamed out and began to hop from one foot to the other! Soot squinted her eyes and then slapped her hand across her mouth! She looked at a woman standing next to her!
“Tammy , girl, that’s Blossom Butt! Hoe! _________ Shit, that bitch is working it!” Tammy laid her quivering hand across her chest!
“ What?….Soot stop lying!……….It sho is him!……………………….These fools don’t even know it! _____Dam!"
Now Blossom Butt knew how it felt to be like his idol, Beyonce an Tina Turner on stage! They loved him and showed him their appreciation! The song lasted for a full fifteen minutes before he waved at the congregation, placed the mike in it’s stand and quickly slipped through a side door. He could still hear the thunderous applause and screams as he laughed and sprinted toward his car! At last the community saw who he really was !
“No you didn’t bitch,” a laughing Soot surrounded by several women shouted out! They rushed to Blossom Butt! “Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha, hoe you need to be shame! But you was a sanging, not singing but sanging slut! Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha!” The others stood back looking in wonderment! Blossom Butt shifted his Versace purse from one hand to the other. If only he was truly famous and the paparazzi had recorded the event!
“ It’s a mighty poor dog who won’t wag her own tail Soot !” They bumped fist !
“Ooooh girl, when the good Reverend find out he gonna be pissed!” Blossom Butt opened his car door and tossed in his purse.
“ I ain’t even worried honey. He know how I look undressed, he just saw the real thang , o.k. ? “ The girls exhaled as he started his Escalade and drove toward the exit.

Ten minutes later he removed his stilettos and hurried up the steps to his house.
“Clo I’m home.” Dropping his purse and shoes on the table he glanced into his guestroom. She laid across the bed staring at the ceiling. Sensing something was still terribly wrong he sat on the bed. “ You alright hon?” She smiled slightly and looked at him.
“Richard came by and when I told him about the baby he asked who did it belong too?” Long pause. Blossom Butt pulled a joint from the nightstand drawer and lit it. He took two long drags.
“ He had the nerve to ask you that?” She could only nod. He gently massaged her shoulder and stood up. “You know you’re more than welcome to stay here if you like. I’ll go by your house and pick up a few of your things. I love your Mama to death but at this time you do not need any of her drama!”