Qadira knew Khalilah wanted her to take deadly life changing chances. She took the sandwich platter and threw it in the refrigerator. Tapping her nails against the freezer compartment, she realized the drug game had to be her last choice.
"I feel like I'm the one messed up," said Qadira. "Keep being told to understand my mother and love her."
"What you need is to get out," Khalilah said. "I've got tired of being blame for my mother's troubles and I just left." She bummed Qadira out her way and joined Ayesha by the door. "Hurry up and decide for I can recruit somebody else in time." She left along with Ayesha.
Qadira hung out in the gymnasium, watching the young men from the middle school and high school warming up. Dwayne finished drying all the uniforms. He entered the gym, doubled up the benches to reach the top where she sat.
"Khalilah, get you what you needed it," Dwayne asked.
"She's getting close," Qadira said, lying to Dwayne. She demanded out of mother’s psychotic world. Khalilah might be the only way. Valerian old tired rubber body on hers wasn't the idea fool to lose her virginity.
"What if she can't," Dwayne said. "You think Mr. Frankel going turn around married you?"
Qadira gasped. "I don't want him."
"Good," Dwayne paused. "You couldn't please Khalilah without selling your soul or Mr. Frankel without performing a strip tease."
"What do you mean about Mr. F?" Qadira asked.
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