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“I wish the two of you would stop that shit!” Bobby yelled. “Does it really matter whose fault it is? Vickie is dead! You know how fucked up it is for me to say that shit?”
Neither me nor Wanda said anything, but Wanda did stop crying like she was.
“Shit, we all knew what Vickie was doing and we all shoulda did something about it, but we didn’t. We all let her get out of control and now she’s dead.” Bobby looked me dead in the eyes. “Mike, you didn’t fuckin’ kill her. You didn’t put that pipe in her hand.”
No, I just stupidly left the pure for her to put in that pipe laying around, I thought but didn’t say because he lost his mind the last time I said it.
Bobby tapped on the window. “Driver, pull over. I’ll walk the rest of the way. That way the two of you can have your pity party and I ain’t gotta hear that shit.”
The driver pulled over and Bobby opened the door. “I’ll get with y’all tomorrow,” he said and got out, slamming the door behind him.
It made Wanda giggle a little. “Kinda touchy?”
“Give him a break. He’s right, you know. We do sound pretty silly. It’s my fault, Mike. No, it’s my fault, Wanda.”
“I guess it would make me sick too,” Wanda said, and the driver headed for her apartment. When we got there, she told me that she didn’t want to be alone, so I went in with her.
Once we were in her apartment, Wanda changed out of her funeral dress, while I took off my jacket and that fuckin’ tie. I rolled a couple of bobs and made us both a drink. Wanda came out of her bedroom and plopped down on the couch. I handed her a drink and sat down next to her.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I don’t wanna talk, Mike. Just sit here and hold me.”
“I can do that,” I said and put my arm around her.
For the rest of the afternoon, me and Wanda sat there smoking weed and drinking in complete silence. Both of us in our heads thinking. Thinking about the friend we lost and dealing with our guilt until Wanda fell asleep.
It was raining when I left Wanda’s apartment, but it was only water, so I walked home thinking about killing whoever got Vickie hooked, but knowing how impossible that would be. I know that it had to be somebody who buys from Andre, but still, the point is the same.
“Then I’ll kill them all.”
Chapter Two
When I got to my apartment building, I saw Veneshia standing in the doorway waiting for me. After me and Bobby killed a pimp named Silky, she said that by right and tradition, she and the rest of Silky’s women belonged to me. She was Silky’s bottom girl, so now she was my bottom girl. And I gotta say, Veneshia had proven her value when she put Bodie in place for me to kill.
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to make sure you were all right, daddy.”
That daddy shit again. That’s the other thing; since she claimed me as her pimp now, she calls me daddy. I didn’t bother to say anything. “Come in out the rain.”
The elevator in this building is slow, so we took the stairs to my apartment. When we got inside, I went to take off my wet clothes. Since I was reluctantly her pimp now, Veneshia wanted to do it for me, and since I was feeling some kind of way, I let her help me out of my suit. She folded the pants neatly, put them on a hanger and promised to take the suit to Howard’s cleaners in the morning.
“I’m going to take a shower.”
“You want me to bathe you, daddy?”
“No.” I laughed a little. “I think I can do that myself. But, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, daddy.”
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nbsp; “You don’t have to call me daddy, you know.”
“I know.”
