The Mate Agreement
Why the hell am I up early now?
I sit up in frustration just as the door bursts open.
Bibah waltzs in, bright blue abaya swishing like a ballgown, face beaming with a gap-toothed smile, as if she’s a fairy-godmother here to make my wishes come true. I almost expect to see butterflies and singing bunnies following her trail. “If you tell me you’re moping because you didn’t get that Chad white boy as your mate, I’m gonna whoop your ass.”