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Chapter 3

It was the fall of ’95.October eighth, to be exact.

“Daddy, can you buy us a bike?”

“You know Daddy got y’all.”

“We want a big bike, not li’l cheap bike like last time.”

“You know what, Rich, them girls got you wrapped around their fingers.”

“Anything for my baby girls.”

While Rich was in the room bagging up cocaine, his phone started ringing. “Auntie Donna, bring me my phone.” Rich flipped open his phone and said hello.

“Hey, Rich, this Tina.”

“Wazzup, cousin?”

“Kareem want you.”

“Hold on, wait a minute.”

But before Rich could ask Tina, he was cut short The guy started talking. “What’s good, my guy?”

“Chillin’. What’s good?”

“Nothing much. Man, Rich, I need to see ya. You know a nigga just came home.” Click.

Rich waited for a few minutes and then called Tina back. “Yo, Tina, who was I talking to?”

“That was Kareem.”

“You talkin’ bout Kareem from Fellwood Homes?”

“Yeah, that’s my nigga.”

“Run back outside and go get him.”