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Authors: Eric Jerome Dickey
Friends and Lovers
PRAISE FOR ERIC JEROME DICKEY’S
Friends and Lovers
“Humor, poignancy, and a fresh, creative writing style…. The reader is hooked from the first sentence.”
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USA Today
“A colorful, sexy tale…. Here are the men that Terry McMillan’s women were holding out for in
Waiting to Exhale
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Marie Claire
“Hip … crackles with wit and all the rhythm of an intoxicatingly funky rap…. Dickey has an eye for detail. A fun read!”
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Cincinnati Enquirer
“The language sings, capturing the flavor, rhythm and pace of African-American-speak…. Sassy and hip.”
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Florida Sun-Sentinel
MORE PRAISE FOR
Friends and Lovers
“Sexy, sophisticated … engaging, dynamic, skillful.”
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Publishers Weekly
“Perceptive, witty, and moving. Another African-American novel for the bestseller list!”
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Booklist
“With his trademark sharp wit, genuine characters, and real-life issues, Dickey delivers a sexy, searing novel of betrayal, love, and friendship.”
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Inland Valley News
“Speaks directly to the heart … bittersweet, honest, and soulful.”
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Dallas Weekly
“A great relationship drama…. All four characters feel so genuine they could be neighbors. Dickey is a writer on the way to the top of the profession, with a book that not only transcends the genre, but defines it.”
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Amazon.com
PRAISE FOR ERIC JEROME DICKEY’S
Sister, Sister
“A high-spirited celebration of black sisterhood…. Bold and sassy … brims with humor, outrageousness, and an understanding of the generosity of affection.”
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Publishers Weekly
“An on-target perspective into the feminine psyche and experiences … hilarious.”
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Inland Valley Daily Bulletin
“Fast-paced and smart…. This vibrant novel marks the debut of a dazzling new talent.”
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Reading Matters
“Irresistibly appealing … vibrant and fresh.”
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Columbia Black News
“A good summer read … in which women sometimes have their dreams shattered, yet never stop embracing tomorrow.”
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St. Louis Post-Dispatch
ERIC JEROME DICKEY
FRIENDS
AND
LOVERS
SIGNET
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Published by Signet, an imprint of New American Library, a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. Previously published in a Dutton edition.
First Signet Printing, September 1998
Copyright © Eric Dickey, 1997
Excerpt from
Milk in My Coffee
copyright © Eric Jerome Dickey, 1998
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ISBN: 978-1-101-65966-3
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For Karla with a K
beautiful woman with dignified hair
a face that blushes like an intelligent schoolgirl
see ya at the top of Valley Ridge
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I want to thank everybody who helped me out along the way.
My friends who are better than sunshine on a cloudy day—Brenda Denise Stinson, Chiquita, Gina, April, Danielle, Tiffany Royster.
My family—Mrs. Virgina Jerry, Keith and Monica Pigues, Kevin Pigues, and the rest of the crew.
Dwayne and the running crew. “All right, all right.”
And to my editor, Audrey LaFehr. Thanks for the faith.
Thanks to Sara Camilli, my agent.
Tyrone, Delia, Taylor, Devin. Hugs and kisses.
Thanks to Robert “Bobby” Laird for your support.
Special thanks to Shirley “The poetry lady” Harris. Keep pen to paper at all times.
Special thanks to Audrey Cooper, a brother, a true friend.
Special, special thanks to Karla Denise Greene, Esq. You are truly an inspiration! (And thanks for the tuna!)
Okay, okay. If I accidentally forgot ya, fill it in below.
Thanks _____ for whatever you did to make this possible.
Part Three Home-Going: Everything must Change
1 / TYREL
If all I knew about how to treat a woman was based on what I learned from watching my daddy and the way he mistreated women, then I wouldn’t know a damn thing worth knowing.
Daddy’s first store was a little grocery store in South Central. He went there from sunup to sundown, every day of the week, took money, and made more money with money he took. That was where I inherited my business sense. Daddy provided for his family.
And others.
I’d see all of my daddy’s girlfriends-of-the-week come and stand around and flirt and eat for free. He’d even take money out of the register and give them a scrap or two. I wouldn’t speak to any of them. Neither would my twin sister, Mye. We call each other Twin. Momma never came over to the store from our house. Never. Not even the time one of the stores caught on fire. She had a look in the corner of her eye that said she wished the whole store had burned to the ground. I guess she knew what was going on before Mye told all. Momma had to know. No way a man could carry on like that for years and she wouldn’t know.
By the time I graduated from Crenshaw High, Daddy had three stores. After school, me and Twin used to work the stores. Me and Pops were at odds because I couldn’t really handle the situation, but Mye knew how to put the women in check. Gave them all a hard time when they came by expecting something free. What I learned about women being good and strong, I learned from watching my own mother. She had serious resilience. Character and integrity. If it wasn’t for the respect I have for Momma, the way she put me in check whenever
I did something disrespectful, I’d be just like my daddy.