In The Company of My Sistahs

Read Online In The Company of My Sistahs by Angie Daniels - Free Book Online

Book: In The Company of My Sistahs by Angie Daniels Read Free Book Online
Authors: Angie Daniels
Ads: Link
don’t think my nerves could take it. If someone cut me off, I’d have to climb out my car and cuss his ass out. Since I’m supposed to be on vacation, I didn’t need the unnecessary stress.
    In the center of the lobby was a large indoor fountain surrounded by a profusion of tropical foliage in brilliant colors of pink, green, and blue. As we walked past it the cool water sprinkled against my damp skin. As hot as I was, I could have jumped in head first. Before I could stick my hand in, the smell of barbecue meat hit my nose. I glanced out the back of the hotel, which was also open, and could see people standing in front of little straw huts, ordering drinks in their bikini-clad bodies.
    Suddenly I couldn’t wait to join in.
    A cute pecan-colored woman with dimples stood behind the desk. Her name tag read, LESLIE.
    â€œWelcome. Checking in?” she greeted with a smile.
    I nodded, finding her smile contagious. “Yes. We have two rooms reserved under Lisa Miller and Renee Moore.”
    While she punched in the names, we glanced around the lobby. I noticed a buffet to the far right of the fountain, where the staff was preparing for lunch.
    â€œYes, I have your reservations here,” Leslie said, drawing our attention. “That will be one-fifty a night for seven nights.”
    All four of us swung around at the same time. Of course I was the first one to speak. “Excuse me. How much did you say?”
    She gave me another sweet smile that was now wearing my nerves. “One-fifty per night.”
    â€œOh, hell, naw!”
    Lisa dropped a hand to my arm, silencing me, and stepped up to the counter. “I’m sorry, that’s not right. Our rooms should be seventy-five a night.”
    Leslie shook her head and looked at Lisa like she was crazy. “I’m sorry, but we don’t book rooms at that price.”
    I glanced at Kayla, who looked ready to puke on herself, while Nadine was reaching into her purse for her credit card.
    I leaned across the counter and cleared my throat. “Leslie, we ain’t crazy. I specifically spoke with my father and he said our rooms were seventy-five dollars a night. So I advise you to go and get your manager, now!” Leslie scurried inside an office behind the desk.
    I was one minute away from getting ghetto, so hopefully this was going to be easily resolved.
    I slammed my palm against the countertop. “That bitch is trippin’!”
    Lisa gave me one of those looks. “Be nice.”
    I rolled my eyes, then glanced over at Nadine and Kayla, who were both mumbling under their breath. All I heard were the words “ghetto” and “embarrassing.”
    â€œIf y’all heifers want to pay the full inflated rate you go right ahead, ’cause I ain’t paying a dime over the amount that was quoted to me.”
    â€œDang, why you always got to be so loud?” Kayla started making “tsk” sounds with her teeth while Nadine struggled to keep a straight face.
    â€œYou would want to shut up and let me handle this.” Her broke ass has got a lot of nerve, especially since up until the point I had corrected her ass, she had thought I was paying for her room. She didn’t even have enough to pay the reduced rate let alone the buck fifty. So the best thing for her to do was to shut the hell up and let me handle things.
    â€œHere we go,” I heard Nadine mumble. She was obviously pissed off.
    â€œYou would want to shut up, too.”
    â€œLord, give me strength,” Lisa whispered, then sighed.
    I know times like this she would rather disown me. Maybe I am a little too loud at times but being quiet never gets you anywhere. Believe me, I know.
    I remember when I was a freshman in high school, our neighbor agreed to sell Lisa his Oldsmobile. On the phone, he quoted three hundred. However, by the time we arrived at his house, the price suddenly had risen to three hundred fifty. Lisa dug into her

Similar Books

The Elephant Tree

R. D. Ronald

Losing It

Alan Cumyn

Burning Ember

Darby Briar

Omega

Lizzy Ford

The Autumn of the Patriarch

Gabriel García Márquez, Gregory Rabassa

Wintercraft: Blackwatch

Jenna Burtenshaw