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“Last week she handed me all the money those women made since we killed Silky.”
“That was over a month ago.”
“Yeah, I think I can trust her to do right with the money,” I said and let Wanda in the apartment to show her around and tell her what me and Bobby had planned.
“So, what do you think?”
“I think we just got in the prostitution business.” Wanda laughed, but it was a nervous one. “So, let’s see how this goes.”
Wanda has always been the cautious one, and we needed that because sometimes me and Bobby can really get out of control.
“So, where you wanna go now?” Wanda asked when we got in her car.
“Ain’t you got class in the morning?”
“What’s your point?”
“That you have class in the morning,” I said as Wanda started the car.
“I know what time it is and how much sleep I need, daddy.”
“I ain’t big-ass-he
ad havin’ Ernie.” I laughed. “I run shit.”
“Whatever.” Wanda gave me the finger. “Where we goin’?”
“Roll by Whitey’s.”
“Last time I drove you there, somebody got dead.”
“Since I don’t wanna kill Whitey, you should be all right. But you never know.” I laughed. “Or you could drop me off and go home.”
“I’ll take my chances.” Wanda stopped at a red light and looked at me. “I know you’ll never let anything happen to me.”
“No, Wanda, I won’t.”
“Tell me again that it’s not my fault,” Wanda looked away and said.
“It’s not your fault,” I said easily because it wasn’t her fault, it was mine.
“It’s not your fault either,” Wanda said, and I said nothing because it was my fault. My apartment, my dope, my fault … simple as that. I killed her.
The light changed, and Wanda drove on. “What neither one of us is thinking about is that Vickie chose to do what she was doing. Neither one of us is responsible for her choices. We have to let go and let Vickie be responsible for the choices she made.”
I looked at her. “You going to law school or psychiatry school?” I asked and we both laughed.
“No, Mike, I’m going to law school, but I did talk to the grief counselor at school.”
“He tell you that shit?”
“Yes, and it’s true.”
“Yeah, well you hold on to that bit of truth if it works for you. I got my own truth.”
“What’s your truth?”
“Vickie would still be alive if it wasn’t for me. That’s my truth, Wanda. Now let that shit go,” I said louder than I needed to because that shit was making me mad. Here I was doing everything in my power to not think about Vickie and here she comes with that shit.
