“f**k Kreon, f**k ‘em. And f**k Omar too, mothafucka hasn’t even thought about calling me,” Ella brought the crack pipe back to her lips and the flame of her lighter in behind it. The flame licked at the end of the glass d**k and she sucked the smoke from out of it. Her eyelids fluttered as she brought her head back and blew out a cloud of smoke into the air.
Unbeknownst to Ella, she had been so preoccupied with getting high that she hadn’t paid her cell phone bill. In fact, her cellular had been off for the past few days so neither her brother nor her son could contact her. At that moment, her cell phone, which had half of a battery on it, was lying on the nightstand.
****
After Odette had broken Kreon out of the homemade prison that Nigeria had confined him, he didn’t waste any time i
