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thunder. Startled, Summer’s eyes widened. She knew no one knocked like that but the police. With her heart pounding heavily inside her chest, she jumped up and walked out into the hallway. Inside the living room, she crept easily toward the door, nearly on her toes. The first window she got to, she slightly parted the curtain and looked out into the street. There wasn’t a police car there. She switched sides to get a clear view of the driveway.
    Nothing.
    The thumping of her heart began to ease. By now, Mrs. Diane was slowly creeping into the living room herself.
    “Who is it, baby?”
    Summer turned away from the peephole and whispered, “It’s old man Amos from around da corner.”
    The loud knock vibrated the door again. Summer jumped nervously, but this time with a smile on her face. Her mother waved her hands while mouthing, “I ain’t home.” 
    Amos was the neighborhood drunk and aggravating as hell. He hustled up money by raking yards and cutting grass. Just a few months ago, he’d come by so drunk that he actually peed on himself and went to sleep on their front porch.
    By the time Summer began unchaining and unlocking the door, he was already walking off. So, she closed the door back.
    Mrs. Diane and Summer then sat down on the plastic-covered furniture in the living room and discussed several issues. A majority of them were serious. After their conversation, Summer went into her room. When she and her mother departed, everything was fine.
    Summer crawled into bed with her boys. The one closest to her stirred, and opening his eyes, he starred at her and smiled. While cradling him in her arms, she rocked him back to sleep.
     
     

Chapter 3
     
     
     
     
     
     
    It was nearly ten-fifteen the following morning. Summer was in a wonderful deep sleep, when she felt something crawl across her face. She’d felt a roach in the past, but this was more casual, more playful. She barely parted her eyes before noticing her sons playing in her mouth and ears. She managed a smile and gave them both a kiss. Jermaine and Jeremy then sat down on the blue wall-to-wall carpet and started playing with the toys scattered around them.
    Summer left them there and walked into the kitchen dressed in only panties and a t-shirt underneath her open robe. She tied it as she approached the kitchen because she didn’t want to hear any more drama from her mother. Mrs. Diane stood over the stove, where the aroma of beef sausages, scrambled eggs, and cheese grits rose into the air. There was no question she knew exactly what she was doing.
    Noticing Summer had come up behind her, she softly asked, “Them babies up yet?” 
    “Yes, ma’am,” Summer replied, while removing a container of orange juice from the fridge.
    She sat it on the table just as the twins were marching around the corner, one behind the other. Besides wearing their underwear, they were naked. As Summer placed them in their highchairs, Mrs. Diane cut up their meat and prepared their plates. They wouldn’t eat until it was cool, though.
    Before they could all sit down to eat, the doorbell rang. Summer looked up awkwardly for a second and then headed to the door, practicing her grown and sexy walk as she went. Once at the door, she closed one eye and looked through the peephole with the other.
    Who the fuck is this? she asked herself while staring at a young, striking, well-dressed female. She slid the bolt lock and opened the door, staring at the light-skinned female that stood on the front porch. The glass storm door separated them.
    “Hello,” the female said.
    Summer shot back with a simple, “Hey.”
    The female gave a beautiful smile. “I came for your brother Rodney.” 
    This time, Summer flashed a beautiful smile of her own. “Oh! Erica, right?” she said, hoping she’d gotten the name correct.
    “Yeah,” the woman replied. “He sent me to come see you.”
    Summer flipped the lock on the storm door and stepped out onto the front porch in her