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anything,” she cut him off. “Swear on Mommy’s grave, Daddy.”
    Choppa rolled his eyes in disgust. “Girl, I’m the parent. Spit it out girl, damn.”
    “Dad, Shadee got that monkey.”
    “He what?”
    “He is HIV-infected.”
    “My God! Nay . . . what about you? Don’t tell me—”
    “I don’t know. I already made an appointment to get tested. We really hadn’t been doing anything and I don’t even know how long he’s had it. He wouldn’t tell me,” she cried.
    “I’ma break that nigga in two. So you’re tellin’ me y’all ain’t been doin’ it? Who has he been fuckin’ since y’all ain’t been doin’ shit? Who did he get that shit from? He had to have got it from somebody!” Choppa was trying his best to get to the bottom of the story.
    Janay squeezed her eyes shut. “I . . . I caught him . . .” she sobbed.
    “You caught him with some bitch? Good then. I’m sorry, baby, but dammit to hell they deserve each other.”
    “Daddy, I caught him going up in his boy Doc.”
    “What!” Big Choppa yelled. “Going up in his boy?” He needed a few moments for that to register. “Awww damn! Hell naw, you tellin’ me this nigga is a fruitcake? A homo thug-ass nigga? Awww, Nay Nay, tell me it ain’t so,” he pleaded. “And . . . he passed that shit on to my baby?” Choppa was looking at Janay, hoping and praying that she was getting ready to say no.
    “I have to get tested first, Daddy.”
    “This is some fucked-up shit.” Choppa jumped out of his La-Z-Boy. “Oh that nigga gone tell me how long he’s been fuckin’ faggots in the ass. He got an old head like me fucked up,” he mumbled as he headed for the stairs, leaving Janay wanting a hug from her father.
    “Daddy, you can’t be getting your blood pressure all up,” she called after him. “Ain’t shit we can do about it now . . . but deal with it. So chill out. Have you taken your medicine today?”
    “Don’t try to sidetrack me.” He was fussing all the way up the stairs and was still fussing as he was coming back down. “The nigga should of thought about whose daughter he was fuckin’. After I finish with him he ain’t gonna fuck nothin’ else.”
    “Daddy, stop it.”
    “I’ma stop it all right. I’ma break his ass in two then cut off his dick and stop it up in his ass. They don’t call me Choppa for nothing. And let me find out he done gave my baby that shit. I’ma bury that nigga and then pull his ass up, kill him and bury him again. Get him on the phone, Janay. Find out where he is. Boomer!” he yelled out.
    The front door flew open. “I’m right here, Chop.” He had an ugly scowl on his face. He knew from the tone of Choppa’s voice that something wasn’t right.
    “We gotta make a run. I told you to call that boy, Nay. Get his faggot ass on the phone.”
    “Daddy! You promised you would keep this between us. Excuse us, Boomer.” Boomer peered at Janay, then at Choppa, and slowly backed out the front door. Janay turned to her father. “You promised, Daddy.”
    “You promised for me. And I didn’t tell Boomer shit.”
    “Whatever Daddy. You might as well tell him. You called Shadee a faggot. All he has to do is put two and two together. Plus, you always include him in my business.”
    “Then what the hell you complainin’ for? Just get the nigga on the phone,” he barked at Janay as he flipped out a nine-inch switchblade.
    “I know where he is. He’s at my house.”
    “What house? Why in the fuck do you got the nigga in your house?”
    “He came over this morning.”
    “What, Janay?”
    “Daddy, we still have a son together and I do still love him.”
    “Naw . . . fuck that bullshit! Your son spent the night at his grandmother’s. And love him? His sorry ass ain’t ask for your hand in marriage!” He shook his head in disgust. “Janay, don’t tell me you still layin’ up with this nigga!” He was in her face, and he grabbed her by her shoulders, shaking her. “Answer me, dammit.