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to myself.
    Once I walked up the stairs of the basement, I passed the kitchen and made my way to the foyer. After smellin’ the fresh scent of fried fish, it was obvious that Lisa’s mother had definitely moved in. At first I thought she might’ve been stayin’ just to handle some of Lisa’s business like bills and shit, but now it seemed like the bitch had a new address. If that was the case, I had to act fast.
    Skippin’ steps, I ran straight upstairs to the master bedroom. I needed a get rich quick plan and I knew Lisa held the cards. Before I made my way to the bedroom that would hopefully be mine again, I stopped at Juan’s room. Everything was still the same. Lisa and her mother hadn’t even bothered to pick up his clothes from off the floor. I could still smell his scent, which surprisingly hurt me to the core. Although we didn’t get along most of the time, I couldn’t deny the fact that I missed my son. As I began to think about his laughter and flashy ways, my phone rang. I was instantly annoyed when the number popped up.
    “Man, what do you want?” I snapped.
    “I assume you’re on your way to get your daughter.”
    “Trixie, don’t keep callin’ my phone. You gettin’ on my fuckin’ nerves. I told you I’m gonna pick her up. I’m takin’ care of somethin’ right now.”
    “Well, I have something to do and you said you would be here a couple of hours ago.”
    “Bitch, I don’t have to explain myself to you. Just sit there and wait!” I yelled, then hung up.
    Decidin’ to turn off my phone, so Trixie couldn’t disturb me anymore, I continued toward Lisa’s bedroom. She didn’t think too far these days, so I was sure that it wouldn’t be long before I found the paperwork I needed. The first place I thought to look was her top lingerie drawer. She was known to keep odd and important items there in the past. When I opened the drawer, I didn’t find the paperwork, but I did find a huge mandingo dildo.
    “Freaky bitch,” I said, shakin’ my head at the long, fake dick.
    Then I found her journal. At first I told myself to put it back since we were no longer married, but my curiosity quickly got the best of me. Flippin’ through the pages, I rea few entries about how bad Lisa felt for what she’d done to Denie which was surprisin’. It was good to know that she felt completely responsible for her actions. Thinkin’ there would be more entries, I continued to flip. However, what I found next, made me sick to my stomach. The shit written on the page could’ve sent me straight to jail.
    Dear Carlos,
    I’m sorry for what has happened between us. You have to forgive me. I will never forgive Rich for taking your life. He did this to us, so I really hope you don’t blame me. I love you and the only reason I’ve gone along with his plan is because he threatened to kill me, too. My son and our unborn child needed me. I promise you I’ll make him pay one day. I promise you that.
    Until tomorrow, Love you much.
    Lisa
    There were pages and pages of letters like that written to Los. The more I read I realized that committin’ Lisa’s ass had definitely been the right choice. She was unstable, and needed to be put away for everyone’s own good.
    Rememberin’ I had a job to do, the next place I looked was under the mattress. Pushin’ the king sized pillowtop up in the air, I immediately spotted a manila envelope. Thinkin’ it was exactly what I was lookin’ for, I grabbed the envelope before sittin’ the mattress back down. After takin’ a quick peek inside, I pulled everything out and sifted through the papers. Juan’s social security card, death certificate, even his old high school transcripts were all there. The envelope also included old bank statements, the deed to my old bar, Bottom’s Up and several other important items. Why she kept all those things under the bed and not in our home office, was beyond me. I was startin’ to think that I had to look somewhere else, until I