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from an arrogant, disrespectful young punk to a kid stuck between a rock and a hard place. His mother had him squirming in his stance.
    â€œMa, you trippin’. I ain’t say that.”
    â€œYou called him a player. That must make me what . . . the same as the young lady who just crawled out the window?”
    â€œI ain’t say that, Ma.” His eyes were pleading for her understanding.
    â€œWhat are you saying? No, what are you calling me? Me, your mother, what are you calling me?”
    â€œMa, I just said we all adults and I understand adult needs.” He dropped his butt down to the bed. She stood over him with her index finger extended.
    â€œWhat am I, the type of woman who needs something from a player? What did that young girl need from you?”
    I could tell she was running all through his mind with combat boots on, smashing and mixing up emotions and thoughts. The boy didn’t want to call his mama a “hottie.”
    â€œI asked you a question, boy. What did that narrow behind heifer want?”
    â€œNothing, Ma.”
    â€œShe wanted something! She snuck her hot tail in here....
    Lord have mercy . . . What is this I’m standing on? David, please tell me it’s not one of those!”
    It was a soiled condom. Her standing on it caused its contents to seep out and adhere to her foot. She lifted her foot to her son. “Pull this disgusting thing off me.”
    Stanley peeled it from his mother’s foot. Then he jerked as if struck by an epiphany and asked, “What, y’all didn’t use one?”
    Touché for the kid. We hadn’t, and I didn’t even think about it. Our expressions must have told on us.
    â€œMama! You don’t know him like that.”
    Oh, I could tell she wanted to hit him. She was trembling so hard I thought the floorboards were vibrating. She wanted to hit him bad. Instead she ground her teeth, balled up her little fist, spun around and left. I had to bite down on the inside of my own jaw to stop from smiling in the boy’s direction. Sternly, I told him, “Get dressed, boy. Me and your mama are going out. I got some work for you to do while we’re gone.”
    He cocked his head and looked at me as if he wanted to say, “You ain’t my daddy,” but I cut him off at the pass with “And hurry up before I change my mind about helping you.” True, I wasn’t his daddy, but I was the man willing to help him.

Chapter Six
    Daphne wanted to stop at a lady’s clothing boutique in Hyde Park before we went to see the lawyer she recommended. When she came out of the shop, the woman was dressed “shitty sharp,” as Ricky says. That’s when a person is dressed so well they develop a haughty or “shitty” attitude.
    Daphne went into the boutique with slippers on her feet. She came out in a silver two-piece suit with a short skirt barely covering her business, white stockings and silver spiked heels. In the bold sun the silver shone like platinum.
    Her suit matched my tie and her charcoal gray sunglasses matched my suit. I was grinning from ear to ear when she slid into the DTS. We were looking good. I love a woman who can dress.
    â€œWhat are you grinning about, sir?” With her hair still on her shoulders, her prideful smile was bright and warm. She knew she was sharp as a razor.
    â€œYou baby.”
    â€œBaby? Mm, I like that, Mr. Price; feels like I moved up in status.” The smile was seductive, and I moved to it. While I was kissing her soft lips, I pulled from the curve into traffic. “You looking mighty good there, Ms. Daphne.” And that was the truth.
    â€œWell, when you stepped into your top-shelf gear, did you think I was not going to do the same? I dress with a man. If you looking good baby, I’m going to be looking good right along with you; that’s a part of togetherness a lot of people forget. It don’t matter if we together for three