"What are you doing here?"
"Kiana has a question for you."
"So you couldn't call and ask?"
"I knew you would still be home this early in the day." Marcus said.
"What's your question?"
"Are you a classist Olivia?"
"Where did you learn that word?"
"The dictionary. I think you're a classist because you called my mom jealous and you don't want to hangout with me anymore."
"You are always welcome here Kiana. Do you want to go say hi to the babies while I talk to Marcus?"
"Yeah."
"They're in the nursery with Fitz."
Olivia smiled until Kiana left.
"What the hell is your problem?"
"You haven't come around in five months, and I have a problem?"
"I'm busy."
"No you're not. We've been friends a long time. You were so pro black in college. Now I know you're only pro black elite. Shanice was trying to offer you advice, and you treated her like dirt in front of Kiana. Then you ignored our calls for months."
"So I hurt your wife's feelings. That's why you're here."
"We teach our kids that money doesn't make you better than someone. It's difficult to reinforce that when our own friends don't believe that."
"I have never disrespected Shanice. I don't agree with her choices, but I try to understand her circumstances."
"Not blatantly. You have mastered the art of subtle jabs."
"Marcus, I don't have to appease you and Shanice, and I don't have time to explain the nuances of classism to Kiana. You can leave."
"Olivia Fitz let me hold all the babies!"
"That's great. I'm sure Marcus is ready to get your breakfast now."
"Goodbye Olivia."
"Goodbye Marcus."