Chapter Thirty-Three
Lincoln laughed as Theo stomped and wriggled in front of a group of buskers. He laughed harder as he was pulled into the group. Kali watched, the feeling from this afternoon easing back over her. It would be nice having a man in Theo's life.
They'd gotten weird looks all evening. A few nasty looks from black women who, probably, were thinking she should have known better, that she should stick with her own, and if she didn't, to choose better. But Lincoln was better than most, if you looked past the surface, at least. He was dressed half decently tonight, but his hair and beard still made him look like he couldn't afford a decent cut, let alone a home. One woman actually shook her head and kissed her teeth at the trio.
That woman and all the rest could go to hell—or
