Durty South Grind (43 page)

She followed Sparkle and the girls to the house by Turner Field
and settled in the parking lot. She pulled out her mini binoculars to check out the activities of the house.

A huge lump roughed its way down her throat as she watched Sparkle pull up to the curb in front of the house. He leaned forward in the driver's seat to let the other woman out. From where she was sitting it seemed like the girl pushed the seat forward with a little attitude. Violet jumped out of the other side and eased into the front seat with a smirk on her face. One that said,
Aw, little bitch, handle it.

It only meant one thing to Beverly: both of these girls had to be Sparkle's woman. She shivered with jealousy as the car sped down the street. She followed them to a small set of apartments on Memorial Drive. She knew she couldn't park there so she drove across the street and stopped in the supermarket parking lot facing the apartments.

No matter how long it would take, Beverly was going to find out what the hell Sparkle was up to. Her heart pounded with grief and anger as she settled into the seat and pressed the binoculars to her eyes.
It might just be a long night
.