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as soon as he did that the dude with the
     long leather Pelle Pelle jacket pulled a hammer out of his waistband and shot him right between the eyes.
    Sabeerah dropped her camera and stood there frozen in place as everyone down below scattered. The two gunmen both looked up
     at her, and the cute triggerman aimed the gun at her. She quickly hurried back into the house and stood peering out behind
     the curtains. The triggerman turned around and smiled at the dead body, and then both men jumped into the car and sped off.
Oh shit! Forget Mr. Magnificent. Mr. Triggerman was gangsta. I’ma have wet dreams about you tonight, Mr. Triggerman.
    “Sabeerah, get your behind out of that window, gal. It sounds like dem fools are out there shooting dem guns.” Sabeerah was
     still peeking from behind the curtain.
    Slowly Sabeerah eased out on the balcony, picked up her video camera and came back into the house. She went into her bedroom
     and locked the door.
    “JuJu, I don’t know if I should send Sabeerah away to college. What if she gets sick and does something bad?”
    “Mom,” JuJu sighed, “Sabeerah only talks to herself. That is not a sickness. She’ll be okay. Let her get away from here.”
    “JuJu, have you listened to her? She sounds different when she talks to herself,” her mother pleaded.
    “Mom, then take her to the doctor’s, if you are so concerned. I think you don’t want her to go and you are using not going
     away to college as an excuse,” Juju snapped.
    Sabeerah’s mother, Winsome, was getting ready to argue with her daughter but changed her mind. She could hear her grandson
     crying. “Go on and get your baby,” she sighed.
    “Mom, she’ll be fine.” JuJu waved her off as she went to get Deontay Jr.
    “Trae, why the fuck did you shoot him, man? That wasn’t the plan,” Omar barked.
    Trae was emptying out the Philly as he calmly said, “I didn’t like his attitude and plus you know I gotta get back home to
     Tasha. I don’t have time to fuck around with the nigga. He did Shaheem so I had to do him while I had the chance. Who knows
     when we would have caught him again? Hell, it took us damn near a week to find him.”
    “Man, there were witnesses and one of them had a video camera!” Spit was flying out of the corner of Omar’s mouth.
    “Chill nigga, with ya scary ass,” Trae’s cousin Bo snapped from the backseat. “Dee’s people live in that apartment. I’ll take
     care of it.” He turned to Trae. “And Trae—”
    “Bo, at this point I really don’t give a fuck,” Trae said, cutting him off. He looked at Omar and said, “My cousin… our cousin
     is gone. Plus, that’s our man’s people who had the camera. Ain’t that what Bo just said?” Trae leaned back in the seat, lit
     the blunt, took a drag and closed his eyes as if he didn’t have a worry in the world.
    “I hope you don’t think you’re going back to the West Coast before we get that videotape,” was the only response Omar could
     come up with.
    “Nigga, can you let me enjoy this moment, please?” Trae snapped as he shrugged Omar off.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    T asha and Aunt Marva were standing in the twins’ bedroom, going over it for the twentieth time. Tasha had to admit it to herself,
     it felt good having someone around the house to help out and keep her company, especially since Trae was out of town. Slowly
     but surely everything was beginning to come together. Tasha was surprised at how much she was able to get done with the help
     of Aunt Marva.
    “Girl, this room is ready. You can’t put nothing else in here,” Marva scolded. “You’ve changed the curtains a hundred times.
     The babies aren’t going to be paying those curtains any attention. Hell, they can’t even see. They will only be interested
     in eating, shitting and sleeping. I’m going over to my friend Ms. Millie’s house.” She left Tasha standing in the middle of
     the room. Tasha had started to protest but changed her mind. Aunt Marva