Chapter 11
Terrel: Two stars. Dark blue shirt. Baby Bear. Cute. Too young for me, though. Loud. Skinny kid, all arms and legs, with the face of a young Whitney Houston and the mouth of the Aflac duck. If I was into boys, maybe I could give him something else to do with it.
“Ooh, baby, it’s nippy out there.” Terrel fastened his seat belt long after the van was in motion. “And in here.” He looked down the collar of his shirt, and then reached up it from the bottom to rub a n****e with each forefinger. AC wondered if Terrel had a coat. They were up to the chilly Mid-Atlantic States now. He definitely needed a coat. “Crank that heat, mama.”
AC turned it up a notch as soon as he could take his hand off the wheel while maneuvering the twisty onramp.
“Mmm, aren’t we pretty? Any more of you at
