“Who was the person you shot someone over?” Te’Qui inquired.
“They’re not even worth mentioning.” Tiaz went on eating his breakfast.
The telephone rang and Chevy got up to answer it. Seeing who it was on the caller ID, she rolled her eyes and picked up the phone.
“What do you want, Faison?”
“Is that how you speak to the father of your child?”
“Whatever, what do you want?” She looked over her shoulder to see if Tiaz was watching her. He wasn’t. He was busy talking with her son.
“Where is my son?”
“He’s eating.”
“Well, put ‘em on the phone.”
Chevy had opened her mouth to say something when her son stopped his conversation to ask his mother a question.
“Is that dad?” Te’Qui shouted with a mouthful of food.
She nodded yes, and her baby boy’s face lit up with excitement. He drank som
