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appear.”
    “On what?”
    “On a boosting charge I got right after you got locked up.”
    “Girl, you need to chill out.”
    “I’m chilling. So you ain’t got to worry about me.”
    “I’m worried about my daughter.”
    “Oh, she a’ight.”
    “Where is she anyway?”
    “At my mama’s house.”
    “Damn, man. I wanted to talk to her.”
    “Well, she’ll be back later on this evening.”
    “A’ight. Well, do me a favor?”
    “Wass up?”
    “You still got three-way, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Well, call Kira’s shop for me. And if she don’t answer the phone, ask for her. But act like you’re trying to make a hair appointment. And when she gets on the phone, don’t say nothing. Just be quiet and let me talk.”
    “A’ight,” Frances said and then she sucked her teeth like she wasn’t too happy about what I had just told her to do. But she let it go and did it anyway.

The Jump Off
    “Millennium Styles,” I heard some chick say when she answered the phone. And since Frances knew it wasn’t Kira, she asked to speak to her. The chick told her to hold on and that’s when I heard her yell Kira’s name, telling her she had some lady on the phone that wants to talk to her. Now, it took Kira ’bout five minutes to get her ass on the phone, but she made it before my twenty-five minute call was up.
    “This is Kira,” she said like she was all happy and shit. But I rained on her muthafucking parade real quick.
    “What’s good, Wifey?”
    “Who is this?” she asked sounding all stupid, stuttering and shit. So, I played right along with her and said, “It’s your darling sweet husband.”
    “Whatchu’ want?” Her tone changed like she had a bad taste in her mouth.
    “Well for starters, I wanna know why you keep sending my letters back to the jail?”
    “Because I don’t have time for your lies. That’s why.”
    “Look, never mind that. I need you to come down to the jail, so we can talk.”
    “About what?”
    “Well, because I’m gon’ need you to get in touch with Papi.”
    “For what?”
    “Because I need to get a job done.”
    “Well, I’m telling you right now that I’m not about to get into none of that shit you and Papi got going on.”
    “Nah, Kira. It ain’t even like that. That’s why I need you to come down here, so I can tell you what’s going on.”
    “Why you can’t tell me now?”
    “Because I got a whole bunch of niggas looking in my muthafucking mouth.”
    “Well, I don’t know what to tell you.”
    “Come on now, Kira, this shit is important.”
    “Okay, and I believe you. But I am not coming down to that jail.”
    “Oh, so it’s like that?”
    “Yes. It’s just like that. So, don’t act like you don’t know what time it is.”
    “Look Kira, I didn’t call to argue with you.”
    “Well, good. Because I’ve got clients waiting on me.”
    “Okay. But can you hold up a minute?”
    “What is it, Ricky?”
    “Tell me what happen between you and Frances?”
    “Why you want to hear it from me? I mean, I know she done already told you what happened.”
    “Yeah. She told me. So I just wanna know, is it true that you went down to the FBI building to talk to them crackers like right before they picked me up?”
    “Hell nah! That shit ain’t true! You know I wouldn’t do no grimy shit like that.”
    “Okay. But why is that chick Freda saying that she saw you?”
    “Look, that’s something you need to ask her.”
    “Nah. But I’m asking you.”
    “And I’m the wrong person to answer that question.”
    “So, what are you saying?” I asked her because she was beginning to piss me the fuck off.
    “Ricky, all I’m going to say about that is you’re going to believe what you wanna believe. But I ain’t been down to no FBI Building. So your informant got me mixed up with somebody else.”
    “Well, it doesn’t matter.”
    “Whatchu mean it doesn’t matter?”
    “Well, because I’m gon’ get my lawyer to check it out for me.”
    “Oh, so