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THIRTY-ONE
Wild, Wild, Wild . . .
A week later, the prison ban was completely lifted and all was well in the world behind bars. And Heaven found herself entertaining a new friend in her cell. She didn’t believe in coincidences. This unlikely union had to be fate. Still, she never thought in a million years that the same nineteen-year-old girl who’d come to her cell in tears almost two months ago, bloody drawers and all, would become a bona-fide ride-or-die.
Heaven walked over and handed her a large microwavable bowl of tuna salad that she’d made using two packs of tuna, mayo, garlic and onion powder, and relish packs.
Clitina’s stomach growled. She didn’t have any money on her books, and the only food she’d been eating, besides what was served in the dining hall, was food Heaven had graciously started sharing with her after the prison ban had been lifted. The two women were oddly indebted to the other. And, while Heaven had promised herself she’d look out for the young girl, Clitina had already sworn to have her back as well.
The young woman was in awe, transfixed, by Heaven’s beauty. She secretly idolized her, and thought she should be on a runway somewhere instead of a prison cell. She was pretty and classy, but not some soft-ass bitch.
Clitina despised those types.
So when she saw Heaven being confronted by those three chicks out in the yard, she knew from her own experiences in the streets that it was about to go down. One of her girls had slid her a wooden club that she’d made in her carpentry class—the one she’d smuggled out to the yard (the same one she’d planned on using on someone else who owed her three soups). Clitina knew those bitches had to get it to the head. And she was ready to put in some work. She’d been looking for a reason to brawl. She missed being home on the bricks, jumping females with her girl, Day’Asia and sister, Candylicious. Chicks knew The Switchblade Bitches were not to be fucked with. But when they fought, they didn’t always use blades. Sometimes they used their fists. Other times they used bats, hammers, and, even, crowbars.
“Mm. Thanks,” she said.
Heaven reached in her locker and pulled out a sleeve of wheat crackers and handed them to her. “Here’s some crackers.”
She watched as Clitina opened the crackers and packed salad onto one, then slid it in her mouth. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she chewed. “Mm. This is so good.”
Heaven smiled. She surprisingly liked her. And the wild, young woman intrigued her. “So, have you spoken to your mother?”
She shook her head. “Nope.” She answered with her mouth full, then swallowed. “That trick ain’t even acceptin’ my collect calls. But I talked to my sister, Candy.” She scooped more salad onto another cracker, then stuffed it in her mouth. “She said she gonna send me, like ten dollars—maybe more, as soon as she gets her SSI check.”
Heaven frowned. Ten dollars? What the hell was this poor soul going to do with ten damn dollars in here, Heaven wondered. She felt bad for her. “Oh, that’s nice of her,” she said lightly, but she was really being sarcastic. “Not to be in her business, but why is she getting SSI, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Clitina shrugged. “I don’t know. I think she was dropped on her head or sumthin’ when she was a baby ’cause she a lil’ slow-actin’ sometimes. She ain’t even finish high school until she was twenty.”
“Oh,” Heaven said.
“Unh-huh. She gets almost five hundred dollars, but by the time she buy her weed from the weed man, then get her nails did, and buy this boy, Killah, she be fuckin’ clothes ‘n’ stuff, she be broke in like three days.”
Heaven blinked. Killer? She didn’t have the stomach to ask her how he got his name. “Yeah, Candy fuckin’ Knutz’s nephew,” she answered as if reading Heaven’s thoughts. She shook her head. “She dumb as hell. All he doin’ is fuckin’ her ‘n’ usin’ her. But she can’t even see it. But he do gotta big dingaling, though.”
Heaven raised her brow in silent question.
“Me ‘n’ Candy used to sneak out into the living room mad late at night ‘n’ watch him playin’ with it,” she said. “Candy don’t know, but . . . me ‘n’ Day’Asia gave him some sloppy top in one of the stairwells a few times.” She smacked her lips together. “We tag-teamed the shit outta his ole nasty ass. But Day’Asia’s dumb ass ain’t even swallow him when he came.” She shook her head. “That bitch stupid as hell. How you not gonna swallow?”
Heaven gave her a blank stare. This was all too much information for Heaven to take in. And she felt a headache coming on.
“Anyway, Miss Heaven. You looked out for me when I first got here,” she said, changing the subject. Then she broke out laughing. “Ooh, I wanted to go off on you when you told me to go wash my ass ’cause my cootie stank. But I couldn’t even be mad at you ’cause I know it did.”
Heaven chuckled. “Lord, yes. It sure did. I tried to pretend that it didn’t. But, girl, your ass stunk worse than rotted meat. It smelled like an open grave, girl.”
Clitina laughed harder. “Oooh, Miss Heaven. I know I was smellin’ a lil’ raunchy, but I ain’t stink that damn bad. Did I?”
Heaven gave her a raised brow. “Like rotted skunk meat. You had roadkill pussy, boo.”
Clitina screamed out in laughter. “Ohmygod. Lies! But, whatever. I’m springtime fresh now. Thanks to you. So kick rocks, Miss Heaven.”
Heaven laughed, then became serious. “Tina”—she shook her head—“I know it’s Clit. Tina. But, uh, I’m having a problem calling you that. So forgive me.”
The young woman shrugged. “It’s cool. You can call me Tina, if you want. At least you’re not callin’ me Dickalina, or something shitty like that.”
Heaven winced. “I can’t even imagine what it was like having a mother who everyone called Dick . . .”
“A. Lina,” Clitina finished for her. “Mmph. Well, my name ain’t no better than hers. Growing up, bitches stayed calling me Clitty Clitty Tina until I started fuckin’ them up. I bashed this one ho dead in her ugly face with a brick when I was in six-grade. I bet the rest of them hoes left me alone after that. But, anyway, no one ain’t really mess with my moms ’cause they knew she would fight them ‘n’ if she couldn’t beat ’em, she’d get my Auntie Booty to fight ’em with her.”
