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dude?”
    â€œNothing. Just came from out Royce’s way. That buster already done went to the cops.”
    â€œOh no!” Kenya worried. “That’s fucked up!”
    â€œYou gotta expect somebody to look for her.” Storm hugged his girl as they all went inside the lobby. “But calm down and trust me. They ain’t gonna find her!”
    Approaching the room, Kenya started to shake. She knew that when it was all said and done, London was still her sister, but now she had her man’s baby growing inside of her womb. With anticipation building from Storm also, O.T. tapped his fist on the room door, informing London it was him. Scared herself, she cracked it peeping out before stepping out the way so her visitors could come in.
    â€œI see you dressed.” O.T. was the first to speak.
    â€œYeah,” London muttered barely looking up from the plush carpet as she plopped in the chair.
    Storm and Kenya took seats on the couch, while O.T. went to the minibar fixing himself a drink. “Well, y’all. Let’s get down to it.” O.T. turned his glass up taking a quick swig then placed his hand on London’s shoulder. “My homegirl here is knocked up and me being her unofficial self-appointed savior wants to know what in the hell you two plan on doing about it.”
    Kenya was livid by the lack of respect he was showing to her plight. This wasn’t easy for her. Matter of fact it was the hardest pill she thought she ever had to swallow. “Why you playing so much? This is my life!”
    â€œYeah, mine too.” London gathered the courage to speak.
    â€œThen talk!” O.T. laughed guzzling the rest of his drink.
    â€œOkay then,” Kenya obliged. “London, what exactly happened that night?”
    â€œI already told you.”
    â€œThen tell me again.”
    London, for the first time in months was completely honest about her feelings. She shyly confessed the truth concerning Storm’s drunken condition and his delusional belief that she was Kenya that late night. Letting her twin know that Storm was calling her name repeatedly when they were having intercourse, then blacked out, reassured Kenya that her man was telling the truth and really didn’t remember shit. Although London maintained the fact Storm had forced himself on her and he was too powerful for her to fight off, she still accepted full responsibility.
    And lastly as for the reason she didn’t say anything to anyone, she explained that she didn’t want to hurt her sister’s feelings. Besides, after that night, Storm went back to treating her the way he always did: rude and ill-mannered. London dropped her head in shame saying she felt abandoned and isolated as she revealed an ultrasound and prenatal vitamins in her purse.
    â€œWell, now that everything is out in the open and the big cat it out the bag, who’s hungry? I can order room service.” O.T. acted as if he was the entertainment for the night, but no one found him funny.
    â€œShut up, O.T.!” Kenya felt somewhat relieved that Storm hadn’t deliberately betrayed her and London wasn’t guilty of going behind her back fucking her man out of spite. It still didn’t make the present situation any better, but at least she felt slight closure to where the true loyalties of the people around her lay. “We gotta now just call the doctor in the morning to make arrangements.”
    â€œMake arrangements for what?” London wondered. “I already talked to Fatima and I’m flying back to Detroit in a few weeks to stay with her and Brother Rasul.”
    â€œOh, so you’re gonna get the abortion there?” Kenya perked up glad that her sister had started the ball rolling in ending the mishap. “That’ll work!”
    â€œWhat are you talking about, Kenya? I didn’t say anything about getting an abortion!”
    â€œWhat the fuck is you trying to say?” Kenya