Brooke

"Really, Brooke, a drug dealer, in your bed, in our home? The disrespect just astounds me," Allie said crossly. Brooke looked away.

"You married a Black man. Why can't I have one as my man?" Brooke asked defiantly.

"I don't give a damn that he's Black," Allie retorted. "I care that he's dangerous and you brought him into our home."

"Look, we aren't get anywhere tonight," Antoine said wearily. "No driving, no phones til we punish you properly."

"Okay, Daddy," she said in a small voice. He and Allie walked to their room.

"That girl," she said, "is obsessed with you. We need to find a good Black man for her ... or ..."

"Or?" Antoine asked, arching his brow.

"Or something."