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“I got all that in the car.”

“What did you get?”

“A plate from Pops. I was supposed to pick it up earlier but let time pass me by.”

“You interrupted Pops’ sleep this late, Makai? I could’ve gotten something from the cafeteria,” she fussed, walking down the hallways without looking at a single sign.

“I have a key, Glacier. You do know that, right?”

“Oh, yeah.”

We arrived to find my car in the same place I’d parked it, waiting for me to hop back in and do the right fucking thing.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you talk me into this,” she commented.

Her head darted from one side to the other as if someone was privy to our little secret. Her paranoia was humorous.

“You watching the door like somebody about to come out of that motherfucker looking for you.”

“They aren’t.”

“Good, then, we straight.”

I searched the parking lot for the best secluded spot, one where she would be able to sleep peacefully after I dropped dick off inside of her. When I finally found the perfect location, I backed in, giving us a clear view of the hospital and the remainder of the parking lot.

Glacier’s head was turned toward the window, thoughts in a faraway place. She hardly noticed we’d settled in. I slid my seat back and reached over to her side of the car. I snatched her little fine ass up by the shirt and sat her right on my thighs.

“What’s the matter, Mommas? Talk to me.”

It was so easy for me to see straight through her facade. Something was bothering her. It was written in those big, wondrous eyes.

“My grandmother. I feel like I’ve dropped the ball. She requires commitment and I’ve always made time for her. As of late, I’ve been putting my weekly visits off. Every week, I say that I’ll go the following week. Then, I tell myself I’m too busy that week. Seeing how you and your family cherish Pops and see him so often has me slightly disgusted with myself.”

“Then we’ll go tomorrow.”

“We?”

“Yes. You pull up to Pops’ with me. Shit, why not?”

“She has dementia.”

“Aight, your point?”

“It’s not always pretty.”

“My mother went from a completely normal woman, a fucking brilliant being, to losing her fucking mind. You think that shit was always pretty?”

“No.”

“Exactly. We locked in, Kiwi. Your shit is my shit. The good, bad, and the ugly. Aight?”

“Okay.”

“Now, get up and get these pants off. I got the perfect remedy for that heartache you’re feeling—doctor prescribed.”

“Doctor prescribed, huh?”

She perked up immediately, showing those pearly white teeth and gums that secured them.

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