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other direction, but she had to come up with something.
    After it seemed like her skin was washed raw, she finally abandoned the shower. She examined her entire body in the mirror, and was glad to not find any telltale bruises on her body or face. She exhaled as her cell phone rang while she was toweling off. It was the administration department of the culinary school. Fortunately for her, the ventilation system was still screwed up, and class would most likely be canceled all week. “We will notify you when the problem is corrected or if we relocate the classes,” said the woman on the other end of the phone.
    Puh-leeze. Lady, you even seen real problems? she thought to herself after thanking the woman for the information and disconnecting the call.
    At least she didn’t have to go to school and, sitting around a bunch of strangers, feel like a victim. That wasn’t what she needed, not this day anyway. What she did need was someone she could confide in, someone that would understand and be nonjudgmental.
    There was only one person in New York who fit that criteria.
    Tyeedah and Unique had met in the prison camp at Alderson, West Virginia, the same place where Martha Stewart had served her time for insider trading. Unique and Tyeedah had worked out together. No one could keep up with either of the girls’ endurance. In the beginning they didn’t talk much. But after months of grueling calisthenics, light weights, and running around the track, they opened up to each other, finding out that they had more in common than just a passion for toning their bodies. Tyeedah knew a lot about Unique and had seen her scheming ways in prison and accepted her for who she was. The friendship forged by Tyeedah and Unique in prison was stronger than two people just trying to pass idle time. They really rode for each other, and the friendship transcended the prison walls.
    After a quick phone conversation touching on the basics, Tyeedah told Unique to get her ass to her house. Unique followed her friend’s instructions and got dressed and drove to Brooklyn, knowing this wasn’t going to be a pity party. She confided in Tyeedah not because she wanted a shoulder to cry on, or needed an ear to listen, but because she knew that, if push came to shove, whatever solution she came up with, the odds were that Tyeedah would be her co-conspirator to help her carry it out.
    “I can’t believe this shit,” Tyeedah said, after hearing the entire story. “For a whole lot less than a million dollars, I can have that clown merked. Deese folks that I’ll get to take care of it would make that shit look like an accident.” It sounded like some Lifetime Channel drama, but Unique knew one thing for certain: her friend was dead-ass serious.
    “I don’t want to kill anyone,” Unique said firmly. “That’s not the route I want to take.” Unique had done a lot of foul things in her life. Her actions might have ultimately even caused the death of people, but she wanted to always be able to keep her conscience clear of never being the person behind the trigger.
    Tyeedah looked confused. The Unique that she knew had more heart and bigger balls than the above average dude. She was unsure about this girl sitting on her couch. It looked like Unique, walked like Unique, but wasn’t sounding like the Unique that she had grown to know and love.
    “Then where are you going to get a million from without asking or telling Kennard? Even then, is he going to give you that type of cash to hand over to some nigga? Bitch, please.” She looked her friend up and down. “I know your shit might be golden, but this sounds like a job for Robert Redford and an indecent proposal,” she said. “I know I don’t have to remind you that this shit is serious, do I? Fuck. The bastard raped you, Unique. Hellooo! Where is the Unique I did hard time with? The one who didn’t give two fucks in a bucket about a nigga or the rachet-ass existence he calls a life.”
    Unique