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and back. But she conquered her demons and survived, so she knew there had to be a higher power. That’s why she prayed for her children.  She knew God was real. She was a living testimony.
                  She smiled at her kids again, and told them, “I’m ‘bout to go and take me a lil’ nap, y’all. Put them dirty dishes in the sink, and them plates in the trash when y’all get through, hear?”                                                                                                              
                 “Ok mama,” replied Meka. “I’ll get ‘em.”                                                              
                  Mike finished off the last piece of chicken, licked his lips, and wiped his hands and mouth with a paper towel.  After he burped, and excused himself, he said, “Now back to this nigga Twan.”                                                                                                                 
                 “Yeah, how much money you think he holdin’ in that safe?” Ant D asked his sister, still chewing on a mouthful of chicken and potato salad.                                                                                                                                  
                 “I don’t know fa’ sho’. But it can’t be no less than 4 or 500 grand with the type of weight he be movin’. He probably got some work in there too. And do you gotta talk with yo’ mouth full? That shit is disgusting,” Meka said, teasing her brother. 
                 Ant opened his mouth so Meka could get a good look at the food he hadn’t   finished chewing on.
    She made a face, and then punched him in the arm. He opened his mouth to gross his other half out again, and they both laughed. 
    Ant said, “Shut up, Meka, and pay close attention to what I’m finna say, ‘cause it’s going down. Here’s the plan…”

Chapter 3
     
     
     
       Later on that night, Meka dialed Twan’s home phone number on her purple Motorola Razr. That cell phone was Meka’s favorite color. 
       Twan answered on the 3 rd ring. “Hello?”                              
                 “Hey daddy, it’s me,” said Meka, using her sweetest, most innocent voice.                                                                       
                 “Damn babygirl, where you at? I thought you was gonna come back through, and spend the weekend wit’ me.”                                                                                             
                 “Yeah daddy, I am. But you know I had to check up on my mama, and make sure everything was alright with her.”                                                                                                            
                 “So, is everything cool?” Twan asked.                                                                 
                 In a voice dripping with lust, she said, “Yeah, everything’s good. But I was thinking, boo. Instead of me driving all the way back to your house in Easley, how ‘bout