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Claude a brotha’ handshake. “Mercedes did that. This is her second car.” Mason looked toward the Lexus. “Man, you still have that car. Between that, the C-class and this one, isn’t that three just for you?”
    “I’m saving the Lex for Cameron. And why are you worried anyway? What are you up to?”
    “I just thought I’d stop by to congratulate you on your new buyer.”
    Claude crossed his arms and leaned back against his ride. “Yeah, Mercedes’s contact made an offer on Springpark so that’s a go. And I’m about to close on a few other properties this week. I can’t complain. How’s Mom?”
    “You should come by sometime and see for yourself. I mean it’s not like you have to travel very far. Why do I have to be the one to come down the hill all the time to see you anyway?”
    Claude paused. “Oh yeah, like you’re ever around anyway. Don’t worry. I’ll be by tonight for Sunday dinner.”
    “And how are Venus and Cameron?”
    “They’re cool. Venus is in there. I think she’s on the computer researching some project. I would go back in with you but I’ve got an early meeting at the office. Go ahead on in and see Venus if you want,” Claude removed his key ring from his pocket and put one foot into his car.
    Mason walked toward his ride. “Naw, I’m going to head on over to the Bucks for a cup of Java.”
    “Java? You’re getting whitewashed more and more everyday, brotha’. Hey, I’ve gotta go, man. How long you gonna be in town?” Claude asked, taking a seat, closing the door and turning the ignition.
    Mason got in and started the engine, too. “For a week or so. I’ll see you tonight.”
    “Later,” Claude yelled as he backed out.
    Both brothers pulled off in their luxury cars with spinning wheels, revving their engines as they reached the stop sign at Slauson. Claude took off to the west doing about seventy. Mason leisurely turned in the other direction, headed to Starbucks.
    Back at Mason’s home, Torino walked up to the front house to visit his mother. She was sitting on her bed, brushing her hair.
    “Hey there, Mom. Good morning.” Torino leaned down to hug her.
    “Good morning, son. How are you?”
    “I’m fine.” Torino sat in her rocking chair.
    “Have you made breakfast yet? If not, I can do it.”
    “No, Mom. I’m about to get going for the day. I’ll stop somewhere.”
    “I sure could use some of your award-winning apple pancakes.”
    “I haven’t made those since I was in high school, Mom.”
    “I know.” Mattie began picking the tiny strands of hair from the brush. She tossed them into her trash can beside the bed.
    Torino reflected back. “They were good, huh? I wonder who taught me how to cook in the first place.”
    “You were the only one of the three who spent time with me in the kitchen.”
    “And I’m glad I did. I’ll get back in that kitchen for you soon enough.”
    “That would be nice.” She resumed brushing her hair.
    Torino stood up. “Well, I have to get going. I’m just checking on you.”
    “I’m just here waiting on your dad. He’s supposed to pick me up in his classic car today. You know, the car we named you after.”
    “The blue Torino.”
    “Yes. I love your name.”
    “Me, too. As long as the Tito comment doesn’t come up.”
    “Oh no. You just tell people your name is Torino, not Tito.”
    “Okay, Mom.” He put his hand on her back and then headed for the door.
    “If you see him as you leave, tell him to just honk and I’ll come out so we can get going.”
    “I will. See you later.”
    “See you later sweetheart. I love my baby.”
    “I love you too, Mom.”
    Even though he was Ladera’s most well-known VIP, some mornings when Mason was in town he’d stop by for his favorite cup of Caramel Macchiatto. Today he was lucky enough to find a parking spot in the very front. All eyes were on him as he walked in.
    “What up, dude? We don’t see you nearly enough,” said Greg, one of the young managers at