"You get back to selling and to hustling up some girls to prostitute." Nachine had a lot of people to supply. "We'll do some after parties for the basketball team."
Nachine and Vapor celebrated with some whiskey and chips along with their sandwiches. . Vapor continue to sleep off his liquor when she washed up in the sink the next morning. Afterward, she made a sandwich to go. She left to hike back up the street and caught the bus to work. She was late but didn't care. Dwayne was setting up the front counter.
"You're late and your girl Rochelle called off," Dwayne said. "It's us three, Qadira, you and me."
Nachine stepped back toward the door. Qadira, the girl who lived across the street with her flaky mother, might recognize her and call the police. She should have worn her wig. Nachine went into the restroom and stylish hair with large bangs on her forehead. Exiting the restrooms, she searched the street to see if there were any cops outside.
"We're about to open," the young girl voice shout through the restaurant.. "I need you count your drawer down, Dwayne." Nachine approached the counter where Dwayne stood then she counted the second cash drawer, And she counted it.
Qadira watched her.
"You're never broke Mrs. Bautista," Qadira said grabbing for some cup sleeves to stack.
"What you want Qadira," Nachine asked, "money to keep your daddy hid out?"
"My dad is at home," Qadira said. "The police just stopped looking for him."
"Mrs. Bautista, I want to work for you and not go to jail."
"Even, I went to jail," Nachine said organizing the money to all go the same way.
"No the good drug dealers or suppliers that I've been reading about don't get caught."
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