I headed over to Edwina’s a couple of days ago to deliver the much-awaited soap–finally discoverng five free minutes that coincided with Edwina’s schedule. When I walked in, a tiny little pup headed towards me, growling and backing his way under a side table.
“Shut up down there!” Edwina hollered. “Miss Rayan ain’t gonna hurt you none.”
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“That’s my new baby, Chick-o. C-H-I-C-K [pause] O. I love him,” she answered back, leaning in to share kisses with her “baby.”
“He’s adorable,” I told her. “I’ll take a picture of you two the next time I come.”
“Okay. He sleeps with me and everything. Gets right up there on the bed with me. Sits on my lap while I watchin’ TV or doin’ my puzzles,” she said, leaning in for another kiss.
“He not just my baby. He my husband, better than the one I got,” she went on, laughing off the insult she’d just sent Tyrone’s way.
Chick-o might be another mouth to feed. But I’d say he’s worth it.