Excerpt:  It wasn't until the evening of the following day when she returned home. She scrambled into her driveway in a disorderly fashion, as she ungracefully exited her vehicle feeling seriously drugged and befuddled. Lauren quickly pulled into the driveway behind her from conspicuously parking across the street waiting for her arrival. She observed her flightiness fumbling to get the door open as she ambled near unnoticed and eased inside behind her.

"So where have you been?" She demanded.

"Ohh! Damn Lauren, you scared me! How are you, my sister?" She stumbled trying to embrace her.

"Get away from me Clover! Look at you! Your hair isn't combed, your damn clothes hanging off your body. You look like a project hooker on crack, and you smell like you've been lying with a dead dog! Now dammit I want to know what's wrong with you? Are you on drugs?" She quaked.

"How are you gonna stand there and disparage me, Lauren! I don't owe you any explanation! Do you pay any bills in this bitch? I don't think so! I've never asked you for a got damn thing! You see all of this came from the strength of my hands! I take care of me! I've always had and I always will!" She loudly uttered walking away.

"Bitch, don't you walk away from me! I asked you a question. Are you on drugs?"

"Who are you calling a bitch? Bitch! You trying to run my life now -"

"I am concerned about you Clover! I am concerned about your well-being. I'm only trying to help your silly ass!" She interjected.

"You know what, I'm not going to have you come into my home talking shit, in fact, just leave my damn house right now! Get out!!" She yelled.

"Your house! Clover if you don't come up with a plan to catch up on your damn mortgage payments, girl you won't have a house!