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thieves. Trae says that he was loyal and that was all that mattered.
    But later for him; right now, I had bigger fish to fry. I couldn’t think about them right now. What was I going to tell Aisha? Oh, my God . How would I break the news to her? How is she going to react once I tell her that her mother is coming over? I had to call my girls, even though I was mad at them for not coming to see me. I bet their asses would come now. I went into the kitchen, grabbed the phone, and dialed Angel first.
    “Oh, so you’re not mad at me anymore?” she sarcastically asked me.
    “Is that the way you answer the phone?”
    “I’m just sayin’.”
    “Well, no, I’m no longer mad. It’s all good, because I have some news that will make your ass fly out here today. But you best believe I will address me being mad at another time. I’m not letting you off that easy.”
    “Tasha, it’s not like I’m not there with you on purpose. I had to—”
    I cut Angel short. “Angel, it’s all good. Just get Jaz on the phone.”
    “Damn you, Tasha,” Angel mumbled, as she put me on hold.
    I paced back and forth across the kitchen floor until I heard Jaz’s voice. But to my surprise, she was crying. “Jaz, what’s the matter?” I asked her.
    “Shit’s so crazy for us right now. I feel so bad for him!” she cried.
    “So bad for who?” Angel and I asked at the same time.
    “Faheem. His son. They shot and killed him.” She started bawling.
    I gasped not wanting to believe what I heard. It was fucked up because Faheem had just met his son a few short months ago.
    “What happened? Who shot him? Where were they?” Angel asked before I could.
    “Some drama his son’s mother got him caught up in. On top of that, he’s in the hospital with a broken leg, and the police beat him down and then arrested him. I’m at the hospital now.”
    “Oh, my God. Can this conversation get any worse?” I asked. “We didn’t even get the chance to meet his son.”
    “I know. He was adorable. We didn’t even get a chance to get used to him.” Jaz blew her nose. “What’s up? I gotta go and get myself together. As you can tell, I am a nervous wreck.”
    “Nervous wreck? I am devastated.” And I was. “Why did this have to happen to him?” Faheem has such a big heart. I only saw good karma surrounding him. So why did this happen?
    “I don’t know,” Jaz responded.
    “Well, maybe what I have to say will cheer you up just a little bit. You ready for this? Kyra. She’s here, at the hospital.” When they didn’t say anything, I said, “She’s alive, y’all! She’s here in California.”
    “Tasha, don’t play like that.” Angel said.
    “Angel, don’t get on my nerves. Do you honestly think I would play about something like this? Rick is getting ready to take us up there.”
    “Rick?” Angel screeched.
    “You mean to tell me all of this time, she’s been with him?” I could hear the shock and disbelief of Jaz’s voice.
    “No. He found her on my doorstep. It’s a long story. Anyway, y’all need to get up here as soon as y’all can. For real, I don’t think I can face this by myself. I understand y’all not coming here for me, but the both of you need to be here for Kyra, especially you, Angel. She is your cousin. Even if it is for only one day.”
TRAE
    Damn. The federal government be on some bullshit. Giving niggas fake funerals and shit. Rick was full of surprises. I attended his memorial and even shed a few tears. Now this nigga shows up on my doorstep. He told me how he was working as a detective in Atlanta and fell for this chick named Nina, who could pass for Kyra’s sister. He said she was a true hustler and that they robbed some people, and now he was living with her in Tucson. She already had three kids and was five months pregnant with the fourth one, which was his. But now that Kyra was back in the picture, he admitted that his head was all fucked up.
    We tried to kick it and catch up right quick about