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that one. ‘Cause you know when I’m out on the grind, I don’t know when I’m gon’ come home. So, if I would’ve copped you one of Ms. Tiny’s dinners, and brought that shit home all cold, you would’ve screamed on me.”
    Hearing my husband analyze me made me smile. He truly knows me like a book.
    “Let me taste your macaroni and cheese,” I told him.
    “Here.” He handed me the styrofoam container.
    “Hmm, this shit is good!” I expressed between chews.
    As I continued to dig into the mac and cheese, Ricky’s cell phone rang.
    He pulled the phone from its holster and looked at it to see who was calling him.
    “Hello,” he finally said.
    Judging from Ricky’s expression, I could tell he was getting very angry by what he was hearing from the other caller. “Just stay there ‘til I get there! I’m on my way now!”
    “What happened?”
    “My spot just got robbed.”
    “Which one?”
    “The one out on Park Place.”
    “Who was that on the phone?”
    “My man Mike.”
    “Did he say who did it?”
    “He said he didn’t know.”
    “What did they take?”
    “Every damn thing!” Ricky grabbed my car keys from the dresser.
    “Why you grabbing my keys?” I asked.
    “Because you gon’ drive me to the spot.”
    “I ain’t getting outta my bed,” I told him.
    “Come on, Ma. Please!” he begged.
    I told him no. He continued to beg me, so I eventually got out of my bed and got dressed.
    The ride to Park Place only took like twenty minutes or so, considering we lived in the heart of Virginia Beach. Once we were on the block, it didn’t take long at all to see how the fiends reacted to Ricky’s presence. Some started flagging my car down. A few of ‘em even started running down behind us. I got scared when this type of shit went on; that’s why I rarely took these type of trips with him. Oh, but in the beginning when we first got together, you couldn’t pay me not to hop in one of his cars, to drive him around to check on his spots. The feeling of driving a nice-ass whip with a well-known hustler on the passenger side was the shit. But the best feeling of all was when I had all the project bitches breaking their necks, just to see me pushing Ricky’s car while they were walking. Hate mode used to kick in like clockwork. And I loved every minute of it. Especially since Ricky was a new cat from out of town, trying to build himself an empire. But after going through a whole lot of unnecessary drama year after year, I was now in another state of mind. I could care less about all this mess going on out here because it didn’t concern me. That’s why when Ricky asks me to bring him out here again, I’mma tell him no. And I’m gon’ stick to that, too!
    After I pulled up to the house, Ricky called Mike, his lieutenant, from his cell phone to let him know we were outside. About two seconds later, Mike walked out of the house and hopped in the back seat of my car. In the rear view mirror, I began to watch his expressions. His eyes had a fearful look in them. He knew the consequences for not being on point. He also knew the story he was getting ready to tell Ricky better be on point, too.
    “Y-y-y-yo, Ricky, man,” Mike stuttered. “Them niggas took everything!”
    “You mean all the food?”
    “I’m talking the whole shit, dog!” Mike explained. “And they took the four Gs Jay dropped off for you.”
    “Do you know who it was?” Ricky asked calmly.
    “Nah.”
    “How many was it?”
    “Three of ’em.”
    “Now, tell me how the fuck they got through that steel latch behind that door?”
    “Well, when Remo came back from the corner store, I was in the back taking a shit. And when he came in the front door, he said them niggas came from around the side and rushed him.”
    “What were they wearing?”
    “Black Carhart overalls and masks.”
    “Did you recognize their voices?”
    “Nah. They ain’t sound like none of the niggas I know.”
    “What is Remo saying ‘bout this