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Stacie turned to her mother and pointed at her sister.
    Gladys simply nodded her head. She and Nevia had argued so much about her choice of clothing that she was tired of it.
    â€œMomma’s okay with what I wear,” Nevia said, and pranced into the room. “You’re just jealous because your old ass can’t wear something like this.”
    â€œNevia!” Gladys warned. She didn’t allow cursing in her home.
    â€œSorry, ma’am,” Nevia said, feigning remorse. “I see you’re still driving that old as—” she shot a look at her mother. “I mean, that old piece of junk around.”
    â€œExcuse you,” Stacie said. Her sister was unbelievable. “So what are you rolling in now? Last I heard, you and the city bus drivers were on a first-name basis.”
    â€œThat’s about to change,” Nevia answered mysteriously. Then in a spiteful move, she lifted CoCo from Stacie’s leg and set her on the floor. But CoCo toddled back over to her aunt and pulled herself up on the couch and into Stacie’s lap. Despite herself, Stacie stuck her tongue out at her sister.
    â€œWhat have you gotten yourself into now?” Gladys asked, warily eyeing her daughter.
    â€œNuthin’,” Nevia lied, then began talking really fast, which instantly tipped Gladys off that she was lying. She listened anyway, nodding her head when it seemed appropriate. “Last week, I went over to CoCo’s daddy’s house. Carlos had some family visiting from Puerto Rico and they wanted to go car shopping, and I hung out with them. So when we got there, I started looking at the cars. Then his uncle offered to buy me a little Honda Accord, wasn’t that nice? He’s the nicest man I know. The car should be here tomorrow, they have to finish the paperwork and stuff,” she finished, and let out a deep breath as her gaze bounced from her mother to her sister.
    â€œWell—er—that’s nice, Nevia,” Gladys stuttered, stunned by the news.
    Stacie shot her mother an incredulous look that said: If you’re not going to ask her, I will. “Let me get this straight. Carlos’s uncle, a man you just met, bought you a car, for no reason at all, other than the fact you thought it looked nice? Is that what you’re telling me?”
    Nevia nodded. “Yep, that’s what I’m telling you,” she said, and inwardly cursed herself. She had to go ahead and blab about the car while Stacie was there. She knew that her sister would grill her like Judge Mathis. “It happens all the time. Some cultures are just more generous than others. Whenever I go over to Carlos’s house, his mother always cooks for me and CoCo and she sends us home with a plate. Doesn’t she, Momma?” She turned wide eyes on her mother, who was watching her with pinched lips.
    â€œHold up, a car is a lot different from dinner,” Stacie snapped. “And a heck of a lot more expensive, more like fifteen thousand more. And you didn’t have to do anything for it?” Stacie questioned. “He just gave you the car—free and clear?”
    â€œNo, I didn’t have to do anything for it,” she answered. Then, to avoid her sister’s accusing eyes, Nevia bent down and peered in Connie’s face; who was still peacefully sleeping in the stroller.
    â€œYou don’t even have a driver’s license,” Stacie pointed out. “How do you plan on driving it?”
    Nevia sighed and pulled herself upright and faced her sister. “Manny, that’s Carlos’s uncle, plans on teaching me. He said that he’ll take me out for as long as it takes for me to learn to drive. Isn’t that sweet?” she asked.
    A sudden thought struck Stacie. “Does Carlos know who bought you the car? Or have you even told him about it?” she asked. She knew the answer as soon as Nevia began moving her lips and nothing came out. Her