TRUTH

TRUTH

I knock once on his door before I find his doorbell. I thumb it and I am shocked to hear Cardi B's voice ricochet off the walls;

“DING! DING!!”

When I get over the shock of it I start to laugh.

He comes out with his neck red and the tips of his ears a tomato.

“Press by Cardi has been stuck in my head for a while. And I thought it would be cool to use it.” He hastily explains.

“Its the Cardi effect. I think it’s cool too.”

He looks pleased with himself and we just stand there smiling and looking at each other.

“So, can I come in?”

He quickly moves out of the way to let me through.

“Sure, of course.”

Walking into his home, I wonder again, where he put his drawings of me. I have been in his room, and I saw no semi naked version of me.

Was there another room? It would be weird to have those in his guest room, so it has to be a room no one else has access to, since it will be difficult to explain it’s existence.

“What would you like before we st