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strong to drink at her house.
    Misty pulled up at the shabby two-bedroom and
killed the engine.
    “Well, we’re home.”
    Tywan squinted at the house he had bought
nine years ago and took a deep breath. It pained him to see the
conditions she had been forced to live in. His incarceration had
somewhat brought both of them down to their knees.
    A nearby gunshot brought him out of his daze,
causing him to scan his surroundings. “What the…”
    “That’s common around here now,” she said,
placing a hand on his shoulder.
    “Damn. What happened to this neighborhood? I
remember it being nice.”
    “Most of these houses are section eight now,
so you know how that goes.”
    “Let’s get in the house before we catch a
stray.”
    She let them into the house. Tywan was
relieved the inside was more welcoming. He didn’t realize that he
was still standing in the doorway until Misty looked back,
frowning.
    “What’s wrong, baby?”
    “I don’t know. I guess I can’t believe that
I’m really home. It’s been too long.”
    Tears flooded Misty’s eyes; because it
suddenly dawned on her there wouldn’t be any more lonely nights.
She ran into Tywan’s arms and let her grief go. “Please don’t leave
me alone again.”
    “I won’t, I promise.”
    “UL.”
    “UL.”

Chapter 3
    Tywan parked beside the Cadillac Escalade
just as its occupant got out. She gave him a snobbish look while
walking to the building. He entered the same building a minute
later and saw the woman talking to the receptionist. “Excuse me,”
he interrupted, “I’m Tywan Williamson. I’m here to see Sarah
Bates.”
    The receptionist looked at the lady then back
to Tywan. “Have a seat, she’ll be with you in a moment.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Like I was saying,” the snobbish woman
continued, “you know that my husband is a jeweler.”
    “Really? No, I didn’t know that.”
    “Yes. He designed this ring himself; it’s
four carats,” she added, quickly.
    “It’s so beautiful!” She leaned in to examine
the platinum ring. “You’re so fortunate.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Amber never mentioned what your husband does
for a living, but she did tell me that y’all just bought a
beautiful home.”
    “Yes we did. It’s a two-story, four-bedroom
house with a pool and a hot tub in the back.”
    “She told me. I remember when that
sub-division was being built. My husband and I pass by it all the
time on our way to Wal-Mart.”
    Tywan listened to them talk for another
fifteen minutes before the snobbish woman headed to the back.
    He sat there and thought about the
seventy-five hundred dollars that he and Misty had to their name
and felt sickened. He felt like he was failing to perform his
duties as the provider. There were priority things he had to do,
and the first one was to move out of his neighborhood. It wasn’t
the type of place that he could ever see himself relaxing in.
    Secondly, he had to get himself some
transportation. He didn’t like the fact that he was interfering
with Misty’s errands. It made him feel like a scrub.
    The plan he was brewing gave him some
comfort, but being it was premature, he needed something to hold
him over until he actually made the move.
    “Mr. Williamson.”
    He got up and approached the receptionist
desk. “Yes?”
    “Mrs. Bates will see you now. Her office is
the third door on the right.”
    “Thank you.”
    When he reached his parole officer’s office,
he was shocked to see she was the same snobbish woman that was
driving the Escalade. “Excuse me. I’m Tywan Williamson.”
    “Come in and have a seat, Mr.
Williamson.”
    He complied while she peered at him.
    “How do you like your freedom?”
    He smiled. “It’s like fresh air.”
    “So I’m assuming that means that I won’t have
any trouble out of you.”
    “No, ma’am.”
    “Good for you. I’m also assuming that you
have a license.”
    “Excuse me?”
    She adjusted the large diamond ring on her
finger. “Aren’t you driving