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frame my shoulders, not the curtain of hair which touched my ass for three months.
    I take the bus to my mom’s to get the Benjamin I asked to borrow from her.
    “Keisha, why do you need to borrow money when you just got paid, today?” She asks. She narrows her eyes at me. “You’re not on that shit, are you?”
    I glower at her. Then step closer. “Mama, look at my pupils,” I say. “Do they look like I’m on any shit?”
    “Watch your mouth, girl. I’m still your mama,” she says, but steps forward, and looks deep into my eyes anyway. “Well, I asked you a question.”
    “I left my purse in this rich dude’s office where I had an appointment today about the record store,” I say. The truth never hurt anybody she likes to say, so I give her as much of it as necessary.
    “Why didn’t you try to get it back?”
    “Because he left his office, and I don’t know his cell phone or his home number. I’ll call his assistant on Monday and get it,” I say, not at all sure that’s going to happen. Tristan carried that cheap-assed purse under his arm like he wasn’t about to give it back without making some kind of trade for it. If that weren’t the case, he would’ve had Darryl leave it with Mrs. Dobbs to give back to me.
    I didn’t want to think about what he might have in mind, given that soul-swiping kiss he laid on my ass. And I wasn’t about to prostitute for a $35 Prada replica. I could get a new driver’s license and debit card, and I have an unused credit card at home that I can activate. No Big.
    Mama reached into her bosom and took five wrinkled-assed twenties out of an ancient leather coin purse.
    “When will you pay me back?” She asks.
    I roll my eyes. “You know I’m good for it.”
    I’m on the bus headed back to my duplex when my cell phone rings. It’s Jada. I don’t want to pick up, but that might make her suspicious, so I answer.
    “Keisha! How did it go with White?” I can hear the rhythmic pinging of slot machines, music, and people murmuring in the background from her end. “I was worried when you didn’t call me right after the meeting.”
    “Oh, I’m sealing the deal next Friday night at Wicked.” I will try to do that, just not with Tristan White, but she doesn’t have to know that.
    “Keisha, you’re golden girl. Thanks again so much for doing this. I owe you one, girlfriend. What was he like?” Oh shit – I should’ve known Ms. Jada Jameson would want the 4-1-1.
    Again, I strive to keep as much truth in my answers as I can. “I’m just glad that part of it’s over, and I don’t have to discuss numbers and shit with him again. He was kind of arrogant, you know.” I shrug. “He’s definitely a one percenter if I’ve ever met one, kind of intimidating—and did you know that Nate White is his twin brother?”
    Jada doesn’t say anything for a second. I frown wondering if I’m busted already.
    “Did you hear what I said?”
    Jada squeals, and it’s all I can do not to drop my phone. Jada doesn’t do squealing. “What the hell?”
    “Keisha I could fucking kill myself right now. Do you know how damn long I’ve wanted to meet Nate White? Since we saw him last New Year’s Eve at Wicked.”
    “That’s why you should’ve stayed, and taken this meeting with me.”
    “Don’t rub it in, girl. So when you see him at Wicked, you’ve got to tell him that your roommate has a huge crush on his brother.”
    “Like I’m buddy-buddy enough with him to say some shit like that. You and every other damn girl in Chicago, possibly all over America, has a crush on Nate White.”
    “I’m still sorry I didn’t attend the meeting with you. What was I thinking?”
    “ You must’ve fell and bumped your head .”
    She ignores my insult. “So, what was Nate White’s twin like?”
    “I don’t know, just your average white boy with a trust fund. He was shrewd, straight-forward, kind of controlling—he mentioned wanting to guide and mentor us, as if we need to be