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him.
     
    “I don’t know Yanna. You know what they say. Birds of a feather flock the fuck together.”
     
    “Oh, that’s bullshit and you know it! I can’t believe you Ablo! So in that case you just like your sorry ass boys!” I yelled angrily. Shit, I was pissed off. I’d been faithful to his ass, and that’s how he paid me back? The nerve of his ass.
     
    “I’m just sayin’ baby, even if you not a freak like Princess who’s to say that when niggas see you wit’ her they not thinkin’ that you get down too.”
     
    “Who give a flyin’ fuck what niggas be thinkin’? Nigga, I’m wit’ you so it don’t matter how many niggas wanna get down. I love you Ablo and I hate it when you doubt me. I don’t accuse you of cheatin’ on me, although you have,” I said attempting to calm the situation down.
     
    Diablo turned the television off and kissed me softly on the lips. It was his little peace offering.
     
    “I love you too sweetheart, and I’m sorry for doubtin’ you. Forgive me?” He asked.
     
    “Of course papi,” I giggled as he tickled me.
     
    “Mmm, damn, you smell good as hell. Can I make love to you?” He asked.
     
    “Do you have to ask,” I said nibbling on his earlobe.
     
    * * *
     
    Early that Monday morning me and Maya went to visit our daddy. For that past eleven years we’d taken the same route to the state prison he was in. We made it through the metal detectors and other security measures. I went in to see daddy first. Me and Maya would always see him separately first and then go in together.
     
    I hated to see my daddy’s once handsome face become so frail and hopeless. He became a Muslim in prison and was totally different from the gang banging drug dealer that I’d remembered. We hugged.
     
    “Hi daddy,” I said sweetly.
     
    “How’re you doin’ Punkin?” He asked. His eyes looked all teary and I had to look away. His caramel complexion didn’t look as clear as I last remembered, and his hair was prematurely covered with gray.
     
    “I’m okay daddy. How’re you?” I asked.
     
    “As good as can be expected. How’s Freida?”
     
    “Fine. She’ll never be the same though,” I said referring to my mother.
     
    “And my baby girl?”
     
    “She’s fine daddy. She’s right outside waiting to see you.”
     
    Maya was less forgiving of our father. I’d forgiven him a long time ago. I was a daddy’s girl for life.
     
    “You stayin’ out of trouble? He asked.
     
    “Daddy, you know the streets. I’m holdin’ it down.”
     
    “You still runnin’ around wit’ Diablo?”
     
    My daddy had known Diablo since his own hustling days. Diablo had been dealing with drugs since he was a young boy. Although daddy was cool with the young Diablo, his new way of life caused him to disagree with Diablo’s lifestyle.
     
    “Don’t mention his name daddy, I didn’t come here to talk about him,” I shot back with defiance. I sometimes wondered if Diablo was with me because he used to idolize my father. After his own father passed my dad and his Uncle Pete were all he had to look up to.
     
    Daddy shook his head sadly, but changed the subject. “How’s my grandbaby.” His eyes lit up at the mention of Lexus.
     
    “Fine wit’ her pretty self. She wit’ Vernice.”
     
    “Baby, have you ever thought about taking some classes or sumthin’?”
     
    “Daddy,” I whined. “You’re ruinin’ the mood. Look, I’m okay. I hate to defy you, but my life is fine the way it is.”
     
    The sad look returned to his face. “Don’t end up like me,” he whispered and started coughing.
     
    “You okay daddy?” I asked with deep concern.
     
    “Mmmm hmmm,” he said and cleared his throat.
     
    “Daddy don’t…”
     
    He cut me off and continued. “You’re so beautiful Yanna. I want more for you and Maya. More than your ma and me were able to do. I’m not gonna be here long…”
     
    “Don’t talk like that,” I said feeling the tears sting my