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fun!”
    “Now you’re talking my language, cuz,” Frankie replied, then picked up his phone and dialed Spazo in Harlem.
    He laughed and asked, “Hey, Spazo, what’s up, my ace boon coon?”
    “Frankie, I’m gonna tell you this one time. If you call me out my name again, you’re a dead motherfucker!” the man said over the speaker of the phone. “Also, I don’t give a fuck about who your family is. They won’t even be able to find your ass.”
    “Hey, easy, my man. I was only fuckin’ around,” Frankie replied.
    “I don’t play those kinda fuckin’ games! You got it?” Spazo countered.
    “Okay, okay. Well, listen. My cuz and I are gonna drive on over to Harlem. I need to see you for a few things.”
    Spazo inquired, “How much you got?”
    “No, my man, the question is: How much do you got?” Frankie laughed over the phone. “Let’s do it like this, Spazo. I’m gonna bring you, say, five thousand. What can you do for me? Now, mind you, I want everything from dope to powder, and I can tell you that I’m even gonna take care of that little bit of cash I owe you and with interest. How does that sound?”
    “Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you soon,” said Spazo.
    When they hung up, Tony told Frankie all that had gone down with Paulie and Sherry.
    Frankie was stunned and said, “Fuck, man! You fucked that pretty, little ass? Oh, man! You’re a piece of shit!” Frank laughed. “So, how was it? Was she good? Did she suck your dick? Ah, man, please tell me everything. I want details, man.”
    Tony realized something: He had just ruined this girl’s life. He also realized that he really did care about her, and he wanted to make it right. He actually had it in his mind that when he had the chance, he was going to marry her.
    “Frankie, I gotta make this right, man. I’ve ruined that girl’s life, and Paulie ain’t gonna stop until he fuckin’ gets me. I know it!” said Tony.
    “Well, cuz, all I can tell you is, you made your bed, now you gotta lay in it. Hey, besides, what’s done is done. My mind is now on that cute, fuckin’ black chick Monique. Ah, man, she is one fuckin’ piece of hot meat! When she and her friend get here, we’re gonna have ourselves an old-school orgy! You with me, cuz?” Frankie asked excitedly.
    Tony paused and thought about all the shit that he had just gotten into. “Fuck it! Yeah, man, let’s fuckin’ party.” Then he pressed on the gas and accelerated.
    “I was wondering what the fuck happened to your ride,” Frankie asked. “When we go get these chicks, we’ll take my car. Stop here on Packer Ave. until we go meet Spazo. I wanna grab some rock and dope from my man D.”
    Tony pulled the car over to the curb. Before Frankie jumped out, he reached into the briefcase and pulled out $400. He walked up the block. About four young, black guys were outside playing dice on the corner.
    When they saw Frankie arrive, they stopped midgame. Tony looked on from inside the car. There was a brief conversation with the young men, and then Frankie handed one of them the money. The man disappeared down the alley.
    Tony was sitting in the car, deep in thought. “Sherry, Sherry,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, Sherry. I’m so sorry,” he kept repeating.
    He was remembering how innocent Sherry looked the moment that she sniffed the heroin. He soon realized that he probably gave the young girl a lifelong bad habit. Then Tony began to remember how he took advantage of her, and he felt horrible about himself. A single tear escaped from his eye as he thought about what he had done. Memories of younger Sherry growing up clouded his brain. He remembered walking her to the store when she was seven years old and telling everybody that she was his little sister.
    To think of what he had done to someone he loved so much really tugged at his heart. He snapped out of it, pain setting in. Tony realized that he hadn’t had a shot of dope since before the incident with Sherry. “Oh,