Been So Long 4 blog post:
Title: Been So Long 4 (Rhythm of Love)
Genre: African American Women’s Fiction
Release date: September 30, 2016
The gang's back, picking up where they left off in Been So Long III. Mona is still struggling to trust her father. Cleo is still struggling to find hers. And Mona, Corey, and Wasif? Well, that's still complicated. Family, love, and drama... you'll find it all in Been So Long IV!
The kitchen door swung open and in walked my infamous mother-in-law, her bony frame covered in a white linen jumpsuit, an ever-present fake smile plastered on her face. Her signature fragrance, Cool Water, assaulted my nose. She was carrying my poodle in her arms. I wanted to snatch her from her. “You need any help?” she asked in a diabetically sweet voice.
“Nope, got it,” I answered tersely. I looked up at her and added, “I thought you were watching Nia for me.”
“Corey has her.”
She slid into the chair across from me, placed my dog on the floor, and I stared at her. What in hell did she want? I really didn’t feel like having to cuss her out.
“I need a break so I decided to hide out in here. Those Sanderses are something else!” she said, answering my unasked question.
I shook my head. “Nope.”
She frowned slightly and looked up at me. “What? Nope, what?”
“You can’t hide out in here. Go find your husband or something.”
“Really? What kind of daughter-in-law are you? You’re putting me out of your kitchen?”
She just sat there and stared at me so I heaved a sigh and left the table, walked over to the stove, and pretended to check the already done macaroni and cheese. The door burst open again and Corey’s Aunt Doris waltzed in—all three hundred-plus, scantily clad pounds of her—and she took the chair I vacated. I glanced over to see the horrified look on Stella Sanders’ face, and I grinned.
“Woo! It’s so many people in this house it ain’t no joke!” Doris exclaimed.
“Mm-hmm, where’s your date? You left him out there by himself? You know how your brothers are. And what’s with those shades he’s got on? Something wrong with his eyes?” Stella asked, obviously irritated with her sister-in-law.
“Oh, that’s just Mark. He’s always wearing those shades, but he has the nicest eyes. And he’s my fiancé, not just my date.”
“So this’ll be what? Number four or five?”
“It doesn’t matter. He’s my true soul mate.”
My cell phone vibrated in the hip pocket of my jeans and I took it as a gift from Heaven and quietly excused myself to my bedroom. It was Wasif…
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Adrienne Thompson has worn many titles in her lifetime–from teenage mother to teenage wife to divorcee to registered nurse to author. This mother of three young adults currently resides in Arkansas where she writes and publishes her stories full time.
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