"There's a reason it's called a teacher lounge," Wilma said. "To keep the kids and student separate."
"We'll be here a few minutes," Brice said, "for me to get a ride and to catch up on information. See you later, Wilma."
Wilma backed out the door with a questionable look. Brice looked over Dwayne. He seemed better than he was since Mario's shooting.
"Could you get somebody else to monitor the center while we practiced?" Dwayne asked. "She doesn't know nothing about basketball. And she stays in the office doing homework."
This has back fired, Brice thought. The volunteer work should've helped Qadira. "Give it some time."
"Until Khalilah recruits her."
"Khalilah has been by my center?" Brice asked, leaning back. "She brought trouble with her. Dwayne put his mug on the coffee table. "I've got to go to class."
"What trouble?" Brice asked. Missed a few days at the center things get worst. Qadira bumped into Dwayne leaving. "Wait I want to speak to you both." Dwayne ignored Brice.
"He told you I didn't wash the uniforms?" Qadira stood by doorway entrance. "I got better things to be doing."
"Like hanging with Khalilah," Brice switched places on the sofa, to have a view of the door and Qadira. He wanted to know who entered the lounge. "Don't have her in my center."
Qadira dropped her bag by the doorway. She laughed. Then she positioned herself behind Brice. "What are you laughing at."
"You're saying my center." Qadira paused. "You don't care what I do there as long you got time with your stripper."
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