"Come on," Cyn says, pulling me towards the door. "A couple of minutes for your Aunt Cyn." She smiles mischievously. A couple of doors down is a sports bar and Cyn leads the way to a back table. Holy shit! Sitting there with drinks half finished are Shelly and Barbara.
"Surprise!" they all yell as Cyn slips into the booth next to the other two. I stand there dumbfounded as the three laugh uproariously at my discomfort. The neglected black housewives in all their luscious glory are wishing me happy birthday.
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