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    “Need a bit of help,” he shrugged turning his gaze to the floor. “Need two fifty to get by until the end of the month. I’ll pay you back.”
     
    “One, do not lie to my boy,” Mr. Danjuma shook his head. “You can’t and won’t pay me back. Two, I will tell you again, there is no money here for you.”
     
    “I need to pay our rent and buy some groceries!” He raised his head with desperation now in his eyes. “You gonna see me out in the street and starving?”
     
    “You are always welcome in this house to get food, a hot shower, and clothes,” his father sighed. “But you will never get anything of worth to fuel your habit, and you will not lay under this roof unless you decide to get clean for good. There is even room for your friend, but the same rule applies to her, and you both cannot sleep together under my roof in the same bed …not unless you are married.”
     
    A red blush came across Rosemary’s dirty cheeks as she looked down at the floor, while Laurence’s nose began to twitch as he prepared to pull out his final trump card.
     
    “Pop …my knee is acting up,” He bore a face painted with pain with ninety percent truth to it. “It’s getting really bad. I can barely walk.”
     
    “Then let me take you to the hospital,” his father forcefully gestured with concern written over his face. “Let us go see a specialist who can …”
     
    “I don’t want to see anymore damn doctors!” Laurence erupted losing his patience. “I don’t want to be cut up anymore! They do nothing but make things worse! All I want is to borrow some money so I can get some relief! That’s all I am asking for!”
     
    “But it is not the answer!” Mr. Danjuma fired back. “What you are doing only takes away the pain for a little while! You know I would do anything for you! But not this! I will not help you destroy yourself for a sliver of relief! There has to be another way!”
     
    Laurence’s scratching from the lack of morphine became more uncontrollable as he glared at his iron willed old man with contempt. He flung out the final card from his deck going for broke.
     
    “Well since you ain’t giving me any money, let me take what’s mine,” he motioned with his hand. “Give up the staff.”
     
    A choking uneasiness flooded the room as father and son stared each other down as if they were ready to pounce on one another, while an oblivious Rosemary stood fidgeting uncomfortably as withdrawal crept up on her. Even before he asked, it was obvious what the old man’s answer was going to be.
     
    “No.”
     
    “You said it was mine remember!” Laurence howled with berserker rage. “You said when I was old enough it belonged to me ! So why don’t you give it up, so I can sell it and get what I need!”
     
    “Because it is not something you can sell, my son.” Mr. Danjuma shook his head.
     
    “But you said it was mine!” He screamed advancing forward.
     
    “When you are ready for it!” His father held his ground. “And you …are not ready for it. You may never be ready for it.”
     
    “This is bullshit,” Rosemary snarled. “Hey old man, why don’t you just stop dicking around and give him what …”
     
    “Young lady, this is not your affair!” Mr. Danjuma’s voice boomed silencing her. “So I suggest you remain quiet, before I forget the God that I serve.”
     
    In the midst of the verbal war, Laurence turned his gaze to a picture on the mantel of a woman he didn’t remember. It produced an evil smile on his face.
     
    “When you get on your knees at night, and pray. Do you tell her how badly you fucked up?”
     
    “Do not use that language in my house boy,” his father warned him.
     
    “No, while we’re here it’s about time we really had this out! You promised to protect me!” Laurence went for the jugular. “Look at me pops! Do I look like I’m protected? Look at me!”
     
    “Laurence, I am trying …”
     
    “That’s all you do, you