I just got a phone call for my wife.  It's one of her black lovers.  She's not here - she went on a date with a Bull we met not long ago.  Byron is NOT happy, he was planning on being with Dee tonight.  He's coming over.  Here I was waiting for Dee or Joe to send me a text or call and tell me what they are doing; and now this happens.  I was excitedly waiting for them to come home, now I don't know...

Byron knocks on the door.  I open it.  "She home yet?"  He asks angrily as he brushes past me.  "Haven't see or heard from her yet!"  I watch him as he heads for the fridge and gets himself a beer.