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back at the dark man. She pushed Smokey aside to stand right in front of the man as she spoke. “I’m glad you know him and whatever, but that still don’t mean he ain’t turned bitch. I don’t trust all these white people up in our process. I don’t know why we had to have a white dealer in the first place. That’s asking for too much trouble,” said Apples, gesturing to a scared-looking white boy in the other room. Smokey hadn’t noticed him until she pointed him out. He was scrawny, with dyed black hair and braids that looked embarrassed to be on top of his head.
    â€œIt’s too crowded out here,” said Apples’ boyfriend. “Everybody and they cousin out here slanging shit. There ain’t but so many crackheads, and these days those muthafuckas got options with all the niggas slanging rocks around here. It ain’t safe for a nigga like me to be out there where Fashad and the white folks live trying to hustle—and that’s where all the money is.”
    â€œWhat’s so bad about what we’re doing now? We make ends meet. Why you gotta push it?” she asked.
    â€œThis is our chance to be something more, baby. We ain’t gonna have too many more. Niggas would kill for Fashad to give them that territory, and you sittin’ up here complaining.”
    â€œThey’ll probably sell us all out too,” said Apples, ignoring her man with her words but her lowered tone of voice indicating subservience. She moved from in betweenthe man and Smokey. “You know how they are. We’ll get twenty-five to life, these two will get a deal and probation.” She continued mumbling from the sideline.
    â€œI ain’t white!” said Smokey, giving her a murderous look. He could understand why she was paranoid; she had reason. Passing to a new dealer was stressful; he was stressed out too. Nevertheless, his race was off limits. Smokey decided she had one more time to call him white before she got a diamond implant in her eye.
    Apples began to walk toward Smokey like she wanted to fight. The man restrained her. “I said chill! He ain’t no snitch. That’s Smokey Cloud right there. He’ll ride, or take a life sentence before he snitch. Ain’t that right, Smokey?” The man extended his fist, for Smokey to touch.
    â€œYou damn right,” said Smokey in strong agreement. He glared at Apples to let her know she just had one more chance. Calling him a snitch was one thing, but he wasn’t white. He finally saw the fist and gently met it with his own.
    â€œYou sure?” she asked “’Cause I can make him do a line of coke just to make sure,” she continued before he could respond.
    â€œI don’t take no yayo,” Smokey stated firmly.
    â€œYour white ass gonna take whatever I—” began Apples.
    Smokey’s hand shot up and the man jumped between the two of them. The white boy curled up on the couch like a five-year-old watching his parents fight. Apples stood there, toe to toe with Smokey, who figured she’d seen a man’s fist coming toward her face on more than a few occasions.
    â€œCome on, white boy. You faggot. What you wanna do?” she taunted.
    â€œI said chill!” the man demanded, forcefully cutting her off, then pushing her to the ground, relieving any doubts Smokey had of him being her baby daddy.
    Apples looked at the man in terror. Him she was afraid of. “Delroy, you gonna fuck up and get us put away!”
    â€œShut the fuck up, Apples. You can’t go around disrespecting niggas; calling them federal faggots and crackers and shit. You don’t come at a nigga like that. That shit is rude. Damn, you ain’t got no home training.”
    She put her hands atop her head, calmly adjusted her weave, got up off the ground, then nervously paced the room, her arms folded in defeat.
    Delroy nudged his head at Smokey, who was still fuming. “What the