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locate her but nothing worked. He even tried to sneak into Ms. Brush Face’s office to get Snow’s address and got caught. She cursed him out with fifty different words, most of them in Spanish. But she liked the young boy, which was the only reason she didn’t give him a harsh punishment. Besides, even a woman with a face like hers understood real love. She just wasn’t prepared to lose her job for him.
    Although Rasim conducted his investigation, he did it without alerting his homies. He wanted them to think that he couldn’t care less that Snow had kicked rocks. Even though both bore witness to the mental breakdown he exhibited when he was caught.
    Fuck he want with a Church Girl when he had access to Selena and Queen, who just sucked his dick after music class earlier that day? He was Rasim Nami, a player, nothing more and nothing less.
    He was good on the love shit, he told them in several meetings, even though he wanted to talk about Snow during every free chance he got. But all he spoke were lies.
    With each day that passed where he didn’t see his beautiful Snow, he lost a bit of his mind. He lost a little bit of his heart and even a few pounds he couldn’t spare.
    Finally, on the second week, Brooklyn and Chance couldn’t take it anymore. Rasim had taken to staying in his bedroom and looking at the pictures he’d taken of Snow while she was there. It was a sad spectacle to behold and even a few hardened delinquents had to get away from Rasim for fear they’d shed a noble tear.
    No, Brooklyn and Chance had to stop their friend’s pain at once. In a private meeting, they elected to either help him or kill him and put him out of his misery. Luckily for Rasim, they chose the first option.
    With a decision in place, Chance decided to ask Mute Candy for Snow’s address. But she cursed him out so badly he was five seconds from saying fuck Snow and her mother too.
    When he acquainted Brooklyn with her poor manners, he didn’t believe him. He figured a mute couldn’t possibly be as bad as Chance made out and he decided to give it a whirl. But true to his word, he received exactly what Chance got. High-flying hands and a wide mouth, which was horrifying although void of sound.
    The duo was right. Snow had shared information with her but Mute Candy had no intentions on helping any of the varlets. She did not approve of how Rasim treated her friend and she expressed it using her body language and passion.
    It was true. Mute Candy didn’t say a word. Then again, she didn’t need to.
    After Mute Candy’s wrath, in another attempt to restore their brother’s heart, who made them laugh daily, it was time to step up their game. So they placed a laxative in Ms. Brush Face’s coffee, which sent her to the Porcelain God for two days straight, thereby giving them full access to her office.
    When they had the information they needed, they approached Rasim from the back as he sat in the cafeteria looking stupid. It wasn’t even lunchtime.
    “Rasim, you good?” Brooklyn asked already knowing the answer. He and Chance perched next to him.
    “I’m straight,” he said as he stared into space. The poor lad was overcome with grief.
    Chance couldn’t take it anymore. Although Brooklyn preferred to drag shit out by withholding details, he reached into his pocket, removed a small white sheet of paper and slid Snow’s information toward him across the table.
    Rasim didn’t bother to look at it. He was uninterested. “What is it?”
    “Snow’s address. Now go get your bitch.”

CHAPTER 7
    SNOW
     
    Snow leaned against her mother’s warm arm as she listened to the preacher conduct his powerful sermon from the pulpit.
    A sad cloud hovered over the Bradshaw family that was for sure.
    Maureen clutched her daughter’s warm hand as if she were recharging her with all of the love she lost while at Strawberry Meadows. By the grace of God, Snow was allowed an early release because of her pregnancy and it felt good to be around