Unforgettable: A short story by Shubricca L Bell. Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Shante’s got a man at home

After two weeks of playing phone tag and Shante standing Travis up twice, it was finally time for their date. Although it was a stressful time for Shante, she really wanted to get to know more about Travis and he had been patient, understanding and consistent in his efforts to get to know more about Shante. “Ding, dong,” the door bell ring. Shante quickly finished the entree’s off with colorful sauces and herb sprigs. She took off her apron and placed it in one of her kitchen drawers and ran to the door. 

She then checked her hair, makeup and outfit in the mirror before looking through the peephole and calmly opening the door. “Travis, hi. Welcome. Let me take your jacket,” she said. “Well, thank you, and hello to you too. You look amazing, and it smells amazing in here,” Travis said. 

“Well, you know, I may have whipped up a little something, something. I forgot to ask you over the phone, but do you have any food allergies,” Shante said. “Nope, no food allergies,” Travis said. “Oh, I brought a bottle of wine,” Travis said, handing Shante her favorite vintage Cabernet. “Wow, how did you know that this is one of my favorites?” she said.

“I pay attention,” Travis said. “Good, it will go perfectly with dinner,” Shante said. “Oh, yeah? What’s on the menu?” Travis said, as he followed Shante to the dining room. “Have a seat,” she said, motioning her hand for Travis to sit down. 

“After you,” he said, pulling out her chair for her to sit first. “Aww, thank you,” she said. The table was beautifully set with orange and cream hydrangeas with heather branches, mini natural birch pine cones and mini boo and orange pumpkins. “Wow, everything looks amazing. You’ve redecorated since the last time that I was here,” Travis said. 

“Wow, you do pay attention. I switched up a few things, here and there for the fall. I actually change a few things with every season to try to make my home feel more homey and festive. I guess it’s the interior decorator in me,” Shante said. “That’s right you decorate a lot of celebrity homes, right?” Travis said. 

“I do. Anyway tonight we’re having braised duck with orange, balsamic and berry glaze, sautéed Swiss chard with parmesan and rosemary fondant potatoes,” she said. “Wow, this is fancy. I don’t know what any of that means but it looks and smells delicious,” Travis said, before he and Shante shared a laugh. “Is it okay, if we say grace together before we eat?” Travis asked. 

“Of course,” Shante said. Travis grabbed her hand and began to pray. “Lord, thank you for this food that we are about to receive. Let it be for the nourishment of our bodies and bless the cook. In Jesus name. Amen.”

“Amen,” Shante said, with a smile. Travis smiled back, with a soft gaze. “What?” Shante asked, as she picked up her fork. “Your smile. I told you, it’s unforgettable. 

It’s like sunshine on a cloudy day,” Travis said. “Shante continued to smile and with a slight giggle she said, “Okay, Temptations.” Travis laughed, “I’m serious.” “I’m happy that despite everything you’re going through, you continue to smile,” he said. “Yeah, well I learned a long time ago, not to allow things around you to get inside of you.

If God gave it to me, I refuse to let the world take it away,” Shante said. “Amen to that,” Travis said. Travis grabbed his fork and began to eat a piece of braised duck breast. “Um. Woman. 

This. Is. The. BOMB. Oh, my goodness, wait, I need another bite. He took another bite and then he began to taste the greens and potatoes. Um, umm, umm! Wow. 

Who taught you how to cook?” Travis said. “My dad, actually. He’s a chef. “Kudos to your pops. He taught you well,” he said. 

“Thank you. I appreciate that. Wine?” Shante said, before getting the corkscrew out of the drawer. “Sure, but just a little,” Travis said. “Gotcha. 

I know you have a thirty minute drive home. So, Travis; tell me more about yourself. While Shante poured the two of them up a glass of wine inside, something else was brewing outside. Corey pulled up to Shante’s house in his 2020 Camaro, bumping trap music. Shante’s nosey neighbor was looking out of her window. 

When she seen Corey, she adjusted her boobs in her bra and rushed out to greet him. Corey got out of his car with a bouquet of roses. “Hey, Corey,” Brenda said, as she strut her stuff his way. “What’s up, Ms. Brenda? How you doing,” Corey said in his country grammar.

“I’m doing good, but baby I’ve told you. You don’t have to call me Ms. I’m not that old, but I can be your teacher,” she said. Corey laughed. “I hear you, Ms,” he said before Brenda cut him off. “Aht, aht,” she said. “I meant, I hear you, Brenda. Have you seen Shante? I’ve been trying to call her, but she haven’t been answering. I just want to see how she’s doing. I heard about Jessica’s old man. You know he was robbed and killed a couple of weeks ago, and now Jessica’s is in the hospital. I just want to make sure she’s okay, you know?” Corey said.

“Aht, aht, Corey. You not coming to check up on Shante. You know that she’s going through a vulnerable time and you’re trying to get back in. Listen, you fine, but you aren’t fooling anyone. You know you were wrong for running behind these little young girls who only mess with you for your money. 

Then you have the nerve to get the girl pregnant. She got you for eighteen years now,” Brenda said. “See, if you were going to mess around, you should have did it with a more mature woman, who has her own. Someone who isn’t trying to have your kids, but can make you her zaddy,” Brenda said, as she rubbed on Corey’s chest. “Okay, Ms. Brenda. 

That’s enough. It was nice seeing you,” Corey said, as he walked towards Shante’s garage. “Who raggedy Honda in Shante yard?” he turned and asked Brenda. “Whew child, you’re so ghetto, but I love it,” Brenda mumbled, then she said out loud, “Oh, that’s right, you haven’t heard. Shante’s got a man at home.” 

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