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Brothers and Wives by Cydney Rax - Excerpt

Brothers and Wives by Cydney Rax - Excerpt



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This follow-up to My Husband’s Girlfriend explores the complicated entanglement of family, love, desire, and duty.
This follow-up to My Husband’s Girlfriend explores the complicated entanglement of family, love, desire, and duty.

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Publish date: Jul 13, 2010
Added to Scribd: May 10, 2010
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More Than Just a Pretty Face
in July. I’ve justpulled my pickup into the parking lot of the Bear Creek Pio-neers Park on the west side of Houston. I open the door of my Toyota Tundra and carefully lift my nearly three- year-old son, Brax, from his car seat. “Come on, baby, watch yourstep,” I tell him and watch him closely so he won’t stumbleon parts of the picnic grounds that dip unevenly. We walktoward the aroma of hickory-smoked meat. From a shortdistance, I can see a flurry of activity in front of a coveredpavilion that’s draped by a large banner with the wordsMeadows Family Reunion.Once I arrive at our picnic area, I set my red cooler, afamily-size bag of pita chips, and several containers of hum-mus on a green rectangular metal table. I rearrange my or-ange and red bikini top so that my nipples aren’t totally showing and give my white Bermuda shorts the once-over. Iner vously inhale and take in the scene around me and do aquick count. It looks like seventy-something people are herealready. Some folks are holding little mini fans in their handstrying to stay cool; they are wasting their time—it’s so hotoutside I feel like I’m swimming in a pot of boiling water.
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“Mommy, I’m thirsty.”“Okay,” I tell Brax and reach for a bag of cups that’s onthe table and pull one out. I fill it with cold water from ahuge orange beverage container and watch him take a longswallow.The sound of laughing children captures our attention,and we both practically run toward a play area where doz-ens of his cousins are swinging, climbing monkey bars, andgoing for rides down the sliding board. Brax plays on theswing until a teenage cousin asks for my permission to in-clude him in a group of kids who are going for a quick visitto the wildlife habitat. I say okay and make them promise totry and bring my son back within a half hour.I walk back toward the pavilion, where I’m drawn tothumping, mesmerizing music that’s blaring from a fewspeakers. Several feet away, about a dozen couples are par-tying on a concrete floor in an open area right by the picnictables. Riley Dobson, Neil Meadows’s next- door neighbor,grins and waves at me from the dance floor. I wave back.Thank God for a friendly face. In the past, when I was goingthrough hard times, she temporarily let me live with her,and I’ve always appreciated her generous heart.Feeling spirited and confident, I squeeze past folks till Ireach the dance floor. It’s been a while since I’ve been aroundsome of Neil’s relatives. I want to relax and not feel uncom-fortable. I’m sure there’re still some relatives who are upsetover the fact that Neil, a married father, got me pregnant with Brax a few years ago.Even though I lack a dance partner, I twist my ass tothe new Ray J song, snapping my fingers and singing qui-etly. Right in front of me is the deejay booth, which holds along, transportable table that stands on a slightly raised

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