Ep 2- “So Long Diva” pt2
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Sunny slid from under the covers and sat upright. Once again she’d fallen asleep on her sofa with the TV on. She swung her legs around and let her toes feel the coolness of the hardwood floors. She grabbed the remote and turned the volume of the TV down and rehashed her dive into heartbreak hotel. After the incident she went to sleep. Sunday morning she missed church and had been lumped up on the sofa ever since. Most of day her front yard had become a media playground with flashing bulbs.
By the evening shadows of the paparazzi peering through the front windows came and went. No one bothered to come into her backyard because her pit-bull Apache kept watch. Lauren, her best friend, was right. Ramone played her like a deck of cards. Although he was a smooth operator, the only reason he got away with his dastardly deeds was because Sunny was ready for love. She wanted marriage and kids.
In her twenties she juggled men effortlessly. She and Lauren ruled the streets of Oak Cliff until both became ‘significant others’. To her surprise Sunny enjoyed being in a serious relationship and looked forward to becoming Mrs. Ramone Hardaway. Both women crossed the threshold of thirty and were looking for that something extra in their lives. Sunny did crazy things for the sake of being in love and now looking back she felt like the ultimate fool.
Now Ramone switched gears and got bold with his philandering ways and Sunny was on a crash landing to reality. Here she sat, at home watching movies, sobbing like a baby weaning from the bottle. She was now a single woman. She didn’t know if she liked being on the other end of the ‘dump stick’ but she had to buck up and handle it like the woman she knew she could be.
Besides getting over the embarrassment from Saturday night and dealing with the paparazzi, she also had to face dealing with the wisecracks of Demi and Lauren her sister and best friend who were currently in Houston. She was safe until they returned to Dallas, as neither watched the news and her situation -in her mind- was considered local news.
Just as she sank deep into her oversized chocolate leather sectional, she heard a shriek outside her front door. She rolled her eyes upward. With a silent prayer she prepared for the unspeakable tornado of Lauren Santiago.
