Chapter Nine
Savon sat at the bar nursing a glass of Hennessy over the rocks. His homeboy, a dark skinned cat with three lines cut into the side of his fade, sat beside him on a bar stool facing the opposite direction. He tossed back beer nuts and watched a couple of patrons play pool. He ate the last beer nut and when he went to grab some more from the bowl on the bar top, he caught a glimpse of Savon’s long face.
“What’s eating you, my nigga?” the dark skinned cat asked.
Savon shook his head and said, “Nothing, Flaco, I’m straight, folks.” He smacked the bar top signaling for the bartender to refill his glass.
“Bullshit, I know when my ace got something on his mind.” Flaco said. “Speak on it, my ninja.”
“My sister.” Savon finally spat it out. “I don’t see how she can be in love with
