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Mason checked himself out in the mirror while paying close attention to the words Whiteboy was spitting. His lack of movement as he stood on top of the vanity let me know what he was up to. Without a doubt, he understood everything we’d said.
At fourteen months, he was a beast with his hands and had a vocabulary that was more complex than most adults. Both Aeir and Aussie were to be credited for his advanced communication skills. As if he had been signing for years, Mason could manage a full conversation with five to six word sentences.
You ready to go?I asked him.
Yes, he replied. The frown on his face let me know he was unhappy about something.
What’s wrong, dude?
I don’t like these niggas, Dad.
My eyes widened as I cackled in disbelief.
Yo, who taught you that?
Uncle.
Referring to Malachi, he revealed his source.
Tell Uncle he’s going to get your butt whooped.
I don’t, he emphasized.
“Nah. Talk. Y’all over there speaking in code and shit. What he say?” Whiteboy asked, dusting the hair from the drape.
“He said he don’t like you niggas and I don’t blame him.”
“He said that?”
“Damn right.”
“How do I tell his little ass I don’t like him either?”
I doubled over in laughter, lowering Mason from the vanity. On the way down, he grabbed a lollipop from the bowl of treats.
“Nah. Tell his little bad ass to put my shit back.”
“He understands and he don’t give a damn. This his sucker, nigga, and we dare you to reach for it,” I taunted.
“Don’t get your ass whooped in front of your boy.”
“Try me and I’ll bring all the Caucasian out of you to remind you that you’re only a quarter of nigga.”
“Half.”
“Same difference. Regardless, almost doesn’t count.”
“Find yourself a new barber.”
I’d only been sitting in his chair for a year. He was one of the coldest things out of Channing. Lawe had put me on after my barber got booked on with manslaughter for spazzing on a nigga that refused to pay his dues after running up a tab in the shop.
“Working on it.”
“Fuck you, my nigga.”
With Mason at my side, I headed out of the door. We had shit to do and it didn’t include going back and forth with Whiteboy. I strapped him into his seat and unraveled the lollipop that he was struggling with.
Your mom is going to take it when she gets in. Hurry up and eat this.
