It was July 21st. It'd been over a week since The Hatter had left Jerosia crying on her doorstep, right after she'd told him she loved him. She knew now he was like every other guy she'd heard about, that her friends had talked about. You tell them you love them, and they run away. What was worse, she knew he was running... to her. That made things so much worse.

Despite what some would think, Jerosia did love The Hatter. She had no idea how it had happened, really. It had originally been about sex, but somehow, when they'd been hiding out in Wonderland, it had turned into much more... for her, anyway.

She sighed as she heard the doorbell ring. She'd been waiting for her friends "Beccah" and "Micki" to show up. She'd called them both a few hours before. The three of them had been through so much together. She had been helping "Beccah" try to conquer her weight problems, and she'd shared a very... intimate and strange moment with "Micki" when she'd walked into "Micki"'s place, drunk, while "Micki" had been... helping herself out, so to speak.

"Tankz y'allz, homeyz." J. Rosi said, tears forming in her eyes. "I'z neeedz y'allz mo den evaz naow."

"It's gonna be okay, Jerosia." "Beccah" spoke softly, patting her friend's shoulder.

"Dyd y'allz brang it?" J. Rosi asked.

"I've got it." "Micki" held up a box. "Are you ready?"

"Yea... I'z gotz ta b, don I'z?" J. Rosi took a deep breath.

Ten minutes later, "Beccah" and "Micki" heard Jerosia screaming from another room in the house.

The two ran to her side.

"What's wrong?" They asked simultaneously.

"O MAH GAWD!" J. Rosi burst into tears. "I'Z PRGRZ!"

She continued to cry for awhile, then wondered aloud...

"Wha wud Snoop do?"

It was Wednesday, August 17th. Jerosia was nervous, but excited at the same time. Being nervous was new for her, she'd never really experienced it before. She sat on the plane to New York City, fidgeting. In twenty minutes, she'd be stepping off the plane, and meeting Snoop's cousin Tyrone, who'd take her to meet Snoop himself. She still couldn't believe any of it.

She stepped off the plane twenty minutes later, and a young black man approached her.

"Yo, are you Jerosia?" he asked.

"Dat B me, homey." She said. "Iz you'ze Tyron?"

He seemed a little surprised by the young caucasian woman's speech. "Yeah, that's me. Ready to go?"

She nodded, and he lead her out to a limo.

Snoop was practicing for something or other in a dance studio downtown, and that's where Tyrone was taking her to see Snoop. She bounced in her seat a little as the limo pulled up in front of a building and the engine shut off.

Tyrone opened the door for her, and led her into the building. They went down a few corridors, and then into a large room. There, sitting in a chair, was Jerosia's longtime idol, the Doggfather himself.

She ran up to him, giddy, and shook his hand.

"Yo, dawg, diz b aw-sum. I'z yo bgezt faan, Snoop!" She cried enthusiastically.

"Yo, you must be Jerosia. What's crackalackin', baby?" He asked. "Why don'chu sit down, girl? Take a load off, and chill."

She sat down, and was still bouncing a little.

"How long you been a fan, Jerosia?"

"Wel, you'ze cn callz me J. Rosi, Snoop.. evybodye elz doo." She gave a cheesy grin. "I'z bin a faan senz I'z wuz lyk 9 yeer ol."

"An how's old you be now?" He wondered.

"I'z b 21."

"Damn, girly, that is a long time, forrizzle." He looked her over. "You's married?" She shook her head. "You's got kids?" She shook her head again, this time a little sadly, and didn't mention that she would soon. "You got a man?" She shook her head again. "Girrl, that is a big bunch o' ish! Why you ain't gots a man?"

"Wel, I'z thot I'z haad 1, ba he raan offf n lft me fo hiz otha womn."

"Say wha?!?"

"It'z a lng-azz storie, Snoop."

"I gots time to listen, girl. Lay it out for me."

With a bit of dread, Jerosia began to tell him the story. Not the entire story, like who the man in question was, or who the other woman was. But she felt compelled to tell him everything else, and she did. She even told him about the baby.

"Daaamn, girly! Tough break." Snoop looked sorry for her. "Whut you gon' do 'bout the baby?"

"Welz... I'z don kno." Jerosia bit her lip. "I'z don bleev n noe uhboreshun n ish, so'z I'z ant gon doo dat."

"Dat's gud, girl. Don' do dat." Snoop nodded. "You gon' adopt it out?"

"I'z don kno, Snoop. Dat'z da ting. I'z nawt evn sho I'z wnt him 2 kno, cuz if he fndz owt, dat dayam biznatch he bin bangn n humpn n ngagn wit wil coome n beet mah fly azz! Shee uh craazi bytch!" Jerosia looked near tears.

"Aiight, J. Rosi, I undastand yo problems." Snoop took a breath. "Want da Doggfather's advice?" She nodded. She'd listen to anything he had to say. He was Snoop Doggy Dogg, her idol. "Dis be da Doggfather's advice. You take yo ass a few days to get used to all dis, to let all dis crap sink in. And then you call up the foo or write him a letter or sumpin, and you tell dis foo what's what. You tell him what's up, ya heard me?" She nodded. "You tell him that if he wants to be a man and do sumpin about it, to come on ahead and do it. If he gon' be a dog an' all dat ish, you tell him to keep his dirrty ass out yo life. Got it?" She nodded yet again. "An' then... if he don' want you, you move on. Do what you gotta do. And girl... you have got six months to make up yo mind about this baby. Take your time. Time is mos def sumpin you gots. Ya heard?"

"Yea, Snoop. Tankz, dawg." She gave him a hug, and he surprised her by giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Say, girl, when is yo flight out of here?" Snoop asked.

"It'z b in lyk..." She looked at her watch. "2 owaz."

"Can I take you to lunch, J. Rosi?" Snoop grinned.

"Yea, I'z wud lyk dat." Jerosia smiled back at him.

Jerosia and Snoop went to lunch, and had a nice, long talk, about her rapping, what his future career plans were, and about his kids, among other things.

And when Jerosia stepped foot on her plane back to Houston two hours later, she felt better than she had in weeks.

It was time. Jerosia had to tell The Hatter the truth. She picked up the phone, her hands shaking violently, and dailed the only number she knew for him.

She heard his voicemail pick up. She didn't know he had voicemail. She waited until she heard a beep, then spoke.

"Uhhh... hatta.... it's Rosi. Umz... I'z gotz sumpn'z I'z neeedz ta telz you'ze. Umz... I'z... I b... Dayam itz, hat-maan... Jerosia b prgrz. I'z gon hav yo babey, dawg. Ba you'ze kno wha? I'z don ekspekt a dayam ting frum you'ze. You'ze wit dat nazti ho o yo'z, n shee allrediz b knokd up. I'z cnt doo a dayam ting, maan, n I'z kno it. Ba I'z thowt it'z wud b da rite ting ta telz you'ze abowt da babey. I'z don kno yt if I'z gon giv it up r nowt. I'z gotz a lil ylz 2 d-cide. Soo dere it iz. I'z sori if I'z b roo-n-n yo lyf... ba datz haow it'z b. Ummmz... lata."

She hung up the phone feeling sad, and then she burst into tears.