“Yeah. But you was riding with me all morning. Why you never mentioned coming here?”
“Cause.”
“Cause what?”
“Cause you’s a hater. Either you would’ve tried to stop me from coming, or you would’ve tried to dictate what I was wearing.”
“I thought that you like when I pick out your clothes?”
“Only sometimes.”
“Why? Cause you came here, wanting to be seen?”
She giggled. “We both know that they’ll see me, regardless.”
“Put me down, nigga,” I heard a voice in my ear.
Turning to my left, I realized that TP was now standing beside us.
I shook my head. Raven glanced at him.
“Who is that?”
“That’s my nigga TP.” I tapped TP’s chest. “TP, this is Raven. My gal.”
TP frowned, appearing confused, before leaning over. “Is this your baby’s mama?”
“Yeah, nigga.”
He laughed heartily. “And you just stood there, letting me run my mouth.”
“Aye.” I shrugged. “I aint a dream killer.”
He was grinning hard. “Main, say, you got me proud like a muthafucka, boy. I see why.” He bucked his eyes, probably referring back to the conversation we’d just had in the car.
Raven glanced back at me. “What is he talking about?”
“Nothing.” I popped her ass.
“What’s up, Jah?” Tutu spoke, as he spotted me.
“Aint shit,” I responded, as he approached us. Clasping hands, we did a dap and a snap.
“Oh, shit. What’s popping, TP?” Tutu dapped TP up too. “I’m glad to see you home, my nigga.”
TP nodded. “It’s good tobehome.”
Digging into my pocket, I gripped wad of cash, before peeling back a couple of twenties.
“Here, man.” I handed forty dollars to Tutu. “Happy birthday. Don’t say that I aint never gave you nothing, nigga.”
“’Preciate it.” Tutu smiled.
I nodded.
Tutu’s eyes lowered to Raven. “Girl, you got these niggas losing their minds in here. If one more nigga approaches me, begging me to put them down, I know something.”
Gazing down at Raven, I watched her roll her eyes. “Tutu, you messier than a muthafucka. Ion know why you’d say that shit in front of this man, knowing how he is.”
