“Sis, we’re from the projects. “Death, jail, and a lifetime of looking over your shoulder are already in the cards.”
“True dat,” Eureka nodded. “We’ll continue this conversation another day. Right now, I’m tryna catch some Z’s.”
She slid her steel protector underneath her pillow. She then slipped her feet out of her Timbs and slid in the bed, under the covers.
“Alright,” Anton untied his sneakers and pulled them off. He slid in at the foot of the bed under the covers.
Eureka killed the lamp light and snuggled back under the covers.
“I love you, stupid.”
“I love you more, sis.” He closed his eyes for a good night’s rest.
*****
Constance sat Indian-style on the bed with a tray lying on her lap. A razor, a small pile of Kush and a packet of grape Swisher Sweets were laying upon the tr
