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formal tone. “I trust we won’t have any more incidents that could possibly jeopardize you receiving your diploma in January, correct?”
    â€œNo, sir. No more incidents,” Persia assured him.
    The intercom on Father Michael’s desk beeped. The small black box was another one of his odes to everything ancient. “Yes, Sister?” he asked, depressing the talk button.
    â€œMr. Lansky is here,” the mechanical voice announced.
    â€œGreat, give me a few minutes and you can send him in,” Father Michael told her. “We’re done here, Ms. Chandler.”
    Persia happily got up and started for the door. Her hand touched the knob, and she had an afterthought. “Father Michael, can I ask you a question?”
    â€œCertainly, Ms. Chandler.”
    She looked from the tattoo on his forearm, which was a tombstone with small tally marks through it, to his dark eyes. “What did you do before you were a priest?”
    Father Michael smiled and absently rubbed the tattoo. “Things that I had no business doing. Now get to class, Ms. Chandler.”
    Persia was so busy rushing to get out of Father’s Michael’s office that she wasn’t watching where she was going and bumped into someone. Strong hands grabbed her arms to keep her from stumbling. The hands were attached to a tall man with chocolate-colored skin; and he wore his hair neatly tapered. He wore a gray V-neck sweater with a white shirt beneath it. He didn’t look to be much older than Persia, but he carried himself with an air of a man wise beyond his years. When he flashed his pearly white smile at her, Persia felt her knees threaten to buckle.
    â€œYou a’ight, ma?” he asked in a deep voice.
    â€œYeah, I’m sorry. Should’ve been watching where I was going,” Persia apologized.
    â€œJesus, kid, I can’t take you anywhere without women throwing themselves into your arms,” the older man with him joked. His long nose reminded Persia of the old comedian W.C. Fields. He looked to be in his late sixties, with snow white hair and wearing a Mr. Rog-ers–style sweater. His baby blue eyes twinkled, admiring Persia.
    â€œCut it out, Sol,” the young man said bashfully.
    â€œI’m just giving you shit, Shai.” Sol elbowed him good naturedly. “Come on, we don’t wanna keep Father Michael waiting.” He turned to Persia and dipped his head. “Enjoy the rest of your day, young lady.” He walked into Father Michael’s office.
    â€œLater, shorty.” The young man called Shai winked and followed Sol into the office.
    Persia stood there for a few minutes, watching as Father Michael got to his feet and came around the desk to properly receive his visitors. “Mr. Lansky, Mr. Clark,” Persia heard Father Michael greet them, before closing the door.

CHAPTER 6
    â€œYo, you gonna get the door or keep acting like you don’t hear a muthafucka knocking, Maggie?” Chucky asked with an attitude. He was sitting on the couch, shirtless, sucking the life out of a cigarette. On the table in front of him, was a half-full Heineken. It had lost its chill an hour earlier, but it didn’t stop him from taking the occasional sip from it, just to complain about how warm the beer was. Chucky was clearly in a sour mood.
    After a few seconds, Maggie finally stirred on the loveseat, where she had been curled up, half asleep. At some point during her nod, the blond wig she wore had shifted and now sat askew on her head. Her arm hung over the edge of the couch, lit cigarette pinched between her fingers, and the ash had grown incredibly long. When she moved to sit up, the ash came loose and dropped on the carpet. “Shit,” she cursed, but didn’t move to clean it up. Maggie was an older woman, with a gorgeous face and a figure to match, but the years of partying were starting to show.
    In her day, Maggie had been one of the baddest chicks