Bill dropped me back home as the streetlights came on. We lived in the suburbs and lived by the street light rule just like kids in the inner city.
I discreetly stuffed a bag of makeup into my purse. Bill had given me the money to replace the stuff that Nubia had destroyed, and then I bought my own makeup so that I wouldn't have to mess with Mama's. I also got Nubia some neutral, kid-friendly makeup like flavored lip gloss and eyeliner and soft eye shadows. He also insisted that I get my picture taken for the fake I.D.
It cost nearly a hundred bucks, but Bill whipped out the money without a blink of his eye. I promised to pay him back, but before I could get the words completely out he waved his hand dismissively.
"My girlfriend shops at Walgreens all the time, and she hardly ever spe
