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go out on the corner or anything. I donât think Sly would have been able to anyway, she was pretty messed up. Quivering like one of those nervous little dogs and looking like hell. I guess she was sick or something, I donât know. Itâs not like sheâs never seen anything like that before, her lifeâs been pretty rough from what sheâs told us, but I guess she was taking this kind of hard. But the next morning, Mac said Sly had to get back out there, because it would look suspicious if we were gone for too long. Plus, every day we donât sell drugs on East Hastings we lose about a thousand dollars.
You can go out in the afternoon, broad daylight, itâs gonna be totally fine. Look, itâs even sunny out. You wanna go with her, Mercy?
Nope.
Aw, come on.
Sorry, Iâm busy. Iâve got a Benz, a Beemer, and a Hummer to find.
For fuckâs sakes, Mac said under her breath. Fine. Fine. Iâll go with her. Can you be ready in twenty minutes?
Sly Girl nodded.
Great. Mac motioned for me to follow her into her room and shut the door behind us. Howâs Kayos doing? she asked, as she got her gun out of her dresser drawer.
Fine, I think. I flopped down on her unmade bed.
Nothing about any of this gets said over the phones, right?
I rolled my eyes.
Right?
Come on, Mac! How long have we been doing this?
Alright, alright, just gotta make sure.
A little credit, please? Youâre talking to a professional here.
Youâre right, girl. Youâre right. Iâm sorry. She put her hand around my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Hey, you been stealing anything good lately?
Sure have.
Oh yeah? What?
I got an $1,800 Prada purse yesterday.
Really? Her eyes popped. Wow.
You can have it if you want, I shrugged.
Aw, shit, you know me. I ainât really the purse-carrying type. But hey, we should go shopping soon. I want to pick up some new clothes, maybe get some boots or something.
Yeah, sure. Whenever you want. I smiled at her.
And Z should come too. Girl wears the same damn clothes every day.
I sighed. I donât know, Mac. Three people draws more attention, you know?
Oh. Okay. I guess youâre right. Iâll just pick some stuff out for her, I guess.
I shrugged.
Hey, Mercy?
I looked up at Macâs reflection in the mirror where she was putting her eyeliner on, thick and black.
Youâre the best, she said.
No, you are.
You are!
Okay, youâre right, I am. It was our old game. Weâd say it out on the corner when we were working for the Vipers, trying not to feel insecure. Go back and forth, back and forth, until someone finally gave up and admitted to being the best.
I love Mac, you have to understand that. Sheâs like the sister I never had. But somethingâs changed in her since we started this thing of ours. Sheâs all about the money and the power now. Well, maybe she always has been. I canât help but wonder how long itâll be until we can both get out of the game for good.
VANCOUVER
The morning glows around me, the concrete sucking up the light. But my concrete is beautiful, never more so than in the rain. At the birth of the new day, I am already heavier than the night before. Heavy with newness; three hundred steel cranes, freshly poured cement, slabs laid so thick they block out the sky, immaculate shimmering buildings, reaching, reaching, forever reaching up.
The bridge soaring over the silver bay is already clogged with the cars of workers. A million hard and lonely workers who want to vanish into me, want me to somehow fix them, want nothing more than to believe in the city of their dreams.
KAYOS
I miss my girls, yo. For real. No, you donât understand, I mean, I really miss them. Fuck! Itâs like Iâm rotting away over here. Seriously. I have to get outta this house. I miss downtown, just being there, you know? Just being a part of it all. Believe it or not, I even miss some of our customers.
You can go out in the afternoon, broad daylight, itâs gonna be totally fine. Look, itâs even sunny out. You wanna go with her, Mercy?
Nope.
Aw, come on.
Sorry, Iâm busy. Iâve got a Benz, a Beemer, and a Hummer to find.
For fuckâs sakes, Mac said under her breath. Fine. Fine. Iâll go with her. Can you be ready in twenty minutes?
Sly Girl nodded.
Great. Mac motioned for me to follow her into her room and shut the door behind us. Howâs Kayos doing? she asked, as she got her gun out of her dresser drawer.
Fine, I think. I flopped down on her unmade bed.
Nothing about any of this gets said over the phones, right?
I rolled my eyes.
Right?
Come on, Mac! How long have we been doing this?
Alright, alright, just gotta make sure.
A little credit, please? Youâre talking to a professional here.
Youâre right, girl. Youâre right. Iâm sorry. She put her hand around my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Hey, you been stealing anything good lately?
Sure have.
Oh yeah? What?
I got an $1,800 Prada purse yesterday.
Really? Her eyes popped. Wow.
You can have it if you want, I shrugged.
Aw, shit, you know me. I ainât really the purse-carrying type. But hey, we should go shopping soon. I want to pick up some new clothes, maybe get some boots or something.
Yeah, sure. Whenever you want. I smiled at her.
And Z should come too. Girl wears the same damn clothes every day.
I sighed. I donât know, Mac. Three people draws more attention, you know?
Oh. Okay. I guess youâre right. Iâll just pick some stuff out for her, I guess.
I shrugged.
Hey, Mercy?
I looked up at Macâs reflection in the mirror where she was putting her eyeliner on, thick and black.
Youâre the best, she said.
No, you are.
You are!
Okay, youâre right, I am. It was our old game. Weâd say it out on the corner when we were working for the Vipers, trying not to feel insecure. Go back and forth, back and forth, until someone finally gave up and admitted to being the best.
I love Mac, you have to understand that. Sheâs like the sister I never had. But somethingâs changed in her since we started this thing of ours. Sheâs all about the money and the power now. Well, maybe she always has been. I canât help but wonder how long itâll be until we can both get out of the game for good.
VANCOUVER
The morning glows around me, the concrete sucking up the light. But my concrete is beautiful, never more so than in the rain. At the birth of the new day, I am already heavier than the night before. Heavy with newness; three hundred steel cranes, freshly poured cement, slabs laid so thick they block out the sky, immaculate shimmering buildings, reaching, reaching, forever reaching up.
The bridge soaring over the silver bay is already clogged with the cars of workers. A million hard and lonely workers who want to vanish into me, want me to somehow fix them, want nothing more than to believe in the city of their dreams.
KAYOS
I miss my girls, yo. For real. No, you donât understand, I mean, I really miss them. Fuck! Itâs like Iâm rotting away over here. Seriously. I have to get outta this house. I miss downtown, just being there, you know? Just being a part of it all. Believe it or not, I even miss some of our customers.
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