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always believed that Shane loved her, too. It was a heartbreaking, soul-wrenching discovery, when Misty found out that Shane had knocked up and married some goodie-two-shoes named Kapri.
    Later, when she learned that he’d gotten a divorce and had turned around and married his dead brother’s ugly-ass wife, she’d damn near had a nervous breakdown.
    When she’d heard that Shane had committed suicide, she was distraught over the loss of that good dick. Oh, well. Rest in peace, Shane. Misty returned her thoughts to the present, and gave Brick a scathing look.
    “I’ve been carrying your weight too many years for you to tell me that I’m making a bad decision. One thing I can’t stand is an ungrateful nigga.”
    Brick abandoned the bed-making task and approached the chair where Misty sat. “I’m sorry for questioning your decisions and for acting ungrateful. I know we gotta eat, baby. I’m real sorry.”
    “Yeah, we gotta eat steak and seafood. Fuck Ramen damn noodles,” Misty added with laughter.
    Looking pleased that he’d been able to lift her spirits, Brick threw in, “Yeah, fuck Ramen Noodles and Cheese Curls.”
    “That’s not funny, Brick. Why’d you have to bring up Cheese Curls? You always gotta fuck up my mood.” Her facial expression turned angry; her tone, resentful.
    Brick stared at her, wide-eyed. “What did I do?”
    “Why you gotta talk about prison food? Damn! You know how much I despise being reminded of that mess I had to eat while I was in jail.” She shook her head. “Ramen Noodles and Cheese Curls!” Misty repeated, grimacing as she spat out each word. She cut her eyes at the partially made bed. “Why is it taking so long to change the sheets?”

CHAPTER 3
    Misty pushed the gear into reverse.
    “You’re too lazy to help me with these bags and you’re trying to pull off before I’m all the way out of this big, overpriced contraption,” Thomasina Bernard complained as she tried to maneuver out of the BMW X5. She held a large shopping bag in each hand.
    Misty looked at her fingernails, ignoring her mother’s hint for assistance. Nobody told her mom to go buck wild at the Dollar Store. She fiddled with the rearview mirror. Even with the seat adjusted to its highest level, Misty had to sit on a pillow to get a clear, unobstructed view. She’d bought the truck a little over a week ago. It was fully loaded with all kinds of fly gadgets, but she hadn’t had time to look through the owner’s manual to figure out how everything worked. Having to get Brick back and forth to his appointments and constantly ripping around, taking her mother on endless errands, cut into her free time.
    Thomasina slammed the door. “Don’t forget about my hair appointment tomorrow morning.”
    How long did her mother think she was going to mooch off her for transportation? Misty twisted her neck in disgust. “Dang, Mom. Can I get a break from playing chauffeur?” She shook her head. “I’m busy all day tomorrow; you’re gonna have to call a cab or take the bus.”
    “Take the bus!” Offended, Thomasina glared at her daughter through the open passenger window.
    Unfazed by her mother’s scathing look, Misty sucked her teeth. “I didn’t buy this whip so I could cart you all around Philly. You’re starting to run shit in the ground.”
    “Watch your mouth,” Thomasina cautioned. “I’m your mother; don’t use foul language around me.”
    “I’m just saying…”
    “The registration and insurance card on this truck are both in my name. Neither you nor that dumb Brick has a job or driver’s license. If either one of y’all get behind the wheel, drunk or high off that mess you smoke all the time…if you ram into somebody’s car, or God forbid, if you run some poor soul over, I’m the one whose going to have to pay a lawyer to unravel the mess.”
    Misty rolled her eyes. “Why do you always think…?”
    Thomasina cut off her daughter’s words. “Somebody better do some thinking