Betty's House

By Charles Harvey

Meet Betty, a fearless woman who can't resist a man down on his luck, despite knowing the risks. Time and again, her lovers prove themselves unfaithful, and Betty's wrath is something to behold. But her latest nameless paramour, a chance encounter at "Chicken N Biskit," takes infidelity to new heights when he succumbs to temptation in a cemetery. Is he merely a scoundrel, or is there more to this enigmatic man than meets the eye? Join Betty as she navigates the tumultuous world of love, friendship, and the shadows of the past in this sizzling tale of desire, deception, and self-discovery.

 

Excerpt:

 

I have been living with Betty, in Betty's house, for six months now. 

Her purse dangling at the end of its long chain bumped me when she rose from the table that day in the Chicken N Biskits. Betty rubbed my arm slowly and softly. When she left, there was a crumpled wad of paper on the table--a ten-dollar bill with her name and phone number scrawled over Hamilton's smug face. I was insulted that such a troll would think that the likes of me would give her one second of my time. I kept the ten spot and a little voice told me to put the number in my jacked up flip phone with the missing zero. I tell you, a brother is having a hard time when he don't even have a zero on his phone. When Friday came and the eagle hadn't flown, the Manager tossed my things out into the rain, with a nest of bugs to keep me company.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Wes Writers and Publishers
• Release date: Aug 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507025468

Charles Harvey

Charles Harvey taught and practised astrology for over 30 years. His books include ‘Working with Astrology’, ‘Mundane Astrology’ and ‘Sun Sign, Moon Sign’. He was co-ordinator with Liz Greene of The Centre of Psychological Astrology and died in 2000.

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Betty’s House

Y‘ALL WOULDN’T DO WHITE folks like that. I'm goin’ to speak up for my damn money. Betty looked around for agreement and support from the tall, big-boned woman standing next to her. The Asian girl behind the counter tried to apologize, but Betty continued, Y'all thank Black folks can’t count, but here’s one who can. The girl looked exasperated, took a dollar bill from the register, and gave it to Betty. Betty looked up at me and grinned as she stuffed the bill in her purse. She wore a grill over her teeth that made her mouth look like the fender of an old Buick. Her bosom heaved with pride. I turned my head.

Betty was a short brown woman built like a toad. Her big round head sat squat on her shoulders. White stockings clung to her knotty legs. She was ghetto fabulous in her blond wig, green striped mini dress, and a shiny red purse hanging from her shoulders on a long gold chain. Betty’s quarrel was with the Chicken ‘n BisKit girl over her change from a fifty-dollar bill. I imagined Betty had a lot more fifties stuffed in that shiny red purse.

Come on Li’l Bet, let’s go eat our chicken by the window, said the tall woman. Li’l Bet picked up her tray of five pieces of bird, a double order of fries, three biscuits the size of saucers, and a triple cherry soda and followed the woman. I got my Two Piece Po Nigga Special. The Chicken n Biskit didn’t give a shit about political correctness. The Asians that ran the joint sported grills over their teeth. Their grin was as menacing as a piranha’s. The restaurant was crammed with hungry souls