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Essay : What I Can Do For Me To Me?

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A wrinkle formed on his brow and he sincerely asked, “Well, is there anything I can do for you to make you feel better?” “Yes, I need to be alone. Can you please leave.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” He was taken back for a second, but shook his head yes, and slid off of the bed. He kept quiet while he put his shoes but asked if I would call him later. I told him that I would, but I didn't. After he left, I didn't even get up to see if he locked the back door. I didn't shower either. All I did was lie in granny's bed, cry, stare at the ceiling and toss and turn. I smelled the pillow that Sterling had used to prop himself up with, and it smelled like a mix of granny and his cologne. This made me upset, and I tossed the pillow onto the floor. I …show more content…

Eating cake in bed?” “No. Don't act like you don't know.” “What? What am I doing?” “You're cutting yourself off from everyone.” “Well, I'm grieving. I'm allowed to do that.” “Yes, you are. But you aren't the only one affected by the death of your grandmother. Your dad is too. He's been trying to call you.” “How do you know that?” “Angel came to my mother's house.” “What? How'd she get your address?” He looked aggravated but replied, “She's the po-po, she can get her hands on all kinds of information about me and anyone else. I hope she didn't look too far into my file.” “I'm sure she didn't.” “I hope not because I don't want her to tell your pops about my past. “Damn. I hadn't even thought of that.” “That's the same thing I said. Then when I saw the cop car pull up at my house. I thought my black ass was about to get locked up.” I balled up the napkin that the cake was on and tossed it into the wastebasket by the bed and said, “Wow, she must really care about me to get your information and pay you a visit..” “Yes, she does.” “Now, can you call her before she does another surprise visit at my house again?” “Yes. I'll call her.” He looked at the phone off the hook beside the bed and asked, “Where is your cell phone?” “I don't know. It may be in my purse.” “Where is that at?” “I don't know, the last time I saw it was when I took off my pantsuit the other day.” He

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