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“I’m mentoring this teenaged brother down in Houston. It’s a program for young males at risk. This is the way he communicates with me. So I’m practicing.”

“Well, cut it out for right now.”

“Asha, baby! Loosen up.”

“I don’t want to hear that kind of talk. Besides, isn’t the point of him getting together with you to learn how to speak proper English?”

“No. That isn’t the point at all. Now, I need your cooperation, Miss Mitchell. I’m in the middle of a twenty-four hour experiment and I have twelve hours to go.”

“You’re going to talk like that for the next twelve hours?” Nick was such a spoiled rich brat. Only someone with a huge trust fund could afford to speak like a thug just for the fun of it.

“Then I feel sorry for Baby Girl.”

Baby Girl was the nickname of his Houston babe.

“You’re going to regret that statement in half a second.”

“Nick, I’m pretty busy. What do you have to tell me that couldn’t wait until tonight?”

“Well, Ms. Thang, I was callin’ to tell you that you will be blessed with my company soon.”

I tried to contain my excitement. “Last I heard, you were staying in Houston for another month.”

“Plans change, girl. I’m home. How about I hang out at your apartment till you get there?”

“Why?”

“Because my place is in an uproar. I’m having a wall taken out to make the living room bigger.”

“Yeah, all right, I’ll leave my keys with Kevin but make sure you don’t throw no gangsta parties while I’m at work.”

“Whatever. And tell that bitch-ass secretary of yours he betta know how to talk to me. I’m about two minutes off whoopin’ his carrot-top lookin’ ass.”

I decided to play along and talk like a round-the-way girl. Hmm, maybe we could do some kind of rap role play before hitting the sheets tonight. “Kevin looks like he might bust a cap in yo’ ass.”

“I’m too rich to fight. I’ll just pay another muthafucka to argue for me.”

He hadn’t been on the phone five minutes and I was already in stitches. “You are so crazy, Nick. I’ll catch you later.”

“There better be more than bologna and cheese in that muthafuckin’ kitchen.”

God he sounded stupid but I couldn’t suppress a giggle. No one can ever say that Nick is dull.

“You know I don’t cook. Why didn’t you bring some food from your mama’s restaurant?”

/> “You know I don’t eat no soul food. That’s all they fed me growin’ up.”

“All right; we’ll go get something different tonight when I get in.”

“Cool, just make sure you get home on time.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Hey, Asha . . .”

“Yeah?”

“I missed you, girl.”

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