Shame on It All is an unforgettable showcase for Zane's talent -- insight, comedy, and wild high jinks.
For anyone who has ever observed the behavior of a close friend or family member and suppressed the urge to scream "Shame on you!" out loud, Shame on It All is the novel for you.
Harmony, Bryce, and Lucinda (a.k.a. Lucky) Whitfield are sisters in every sense of the word. They argue and get on each other's nerves, but when it comes down to the wire they are extremely protective of one another. Shame on It All follows their adventures, their friendships, their love lives, and their outlooks on life in today's society. Jam-packed with unpredictable, unbelievable, and just downright crazy situations with a few surprising twists thrown in for good measure, Shame on It All is as wild as they come.
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May 23, 2003
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Excerpt from Zane's Shame on It All by Zane
Chapter One:The Whitfield Sisters
Ten Years Later
Harmony was strategically positioned at the bar so she could view the front entrance of the BET Soundstage in Landover, Maryland. As usual, both of her trifling-ass younger sisters were late. That's the very reason she never agreed to meet them for lunch during the week. She knew they would be at least a half hour late, take damn near an hour to eat because they would be too busy running their loud mouths, and spend another fifteen minutes on long-ass good-byes in the parking lot.
However, it was a Saturday so it was all good. Besides, Harmony took pleasure from chillin' at the bar alone. Her frozen daiquiri was the bomb, she'd spent the early-morning hours at the salon getting her hair and nails hooked up, and the brotha working magic behind the bar was so handsome, she wanted to give him a candlelight bubble bath and then lick him dry. She was wearing a new black, designer pantsuit and sporting that bad boy with some gold hoop earrings and black pumps. All things considered, what more could a sistah ask for
She was pondering that very thought and was halfway mesmerized by Ginuwine's fine ass doing his rendition of Michael Jackson's "She's out of My Life" when someone slapped her upside the back of her head.
Harmony swiveled around on her stool, ready to give some sorry mofo a tongue-lashing and possibly a knee to the groin. Instead, all she encountered was her crazy-ass sister.
"Bryce!" Harmony exclaimed as she gave her a love slap across the cheek. "Gurlllll, I was about to go the hell off!"
"Harmony, give me a break." Bryce rolled her eyes. "You know good and damn well your ass is not about to go off on a complete stranger. Lucky and I, yes. Stranger, no."
"Hmph! You never know. I've been doing those Tae Bo tapes. I might drop-kick a nucca every now and then."
"The hell you say!" Bryce plopped down on the stool beside her, looking exhausted.
Harmony eyed her sister up and down in awe, wondering how in the hell she got into the skintight, white bodysuit she was profiling in. "Damn, Bryce! You wear the tightest-ass clothes I've ever seen. Who are you supposed to be Lil' Kim or Foxy Brown "