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coming out of his mouth. He had on a dingy white shirt and some baggy shorts that were pulled down so that they could hang low.
    â€œWhat’s up, girl?” He tried to add some bass to his voice but it cracked on him, and Toya and I busted up laughing.
    â€œWhat’s up, boo?” Toya answered as she continued to laugh in his face and bounce Junior up and down on her lap to keep him amused.
    â€œI wasn’t talking you. I was talking to your girl, here,” he said with a tone of arrogance.
    â€œOh, well I guess I’ll keep my mouth shut, hint, hint…” Toya continued her snickering as she covered her nose with one hand.
    â€œSo what’s up, girl? Why don’t you roll with a baller like me?”
    â€œMaybe if a baller had a breath mint, a hair cut and looked better than you.” I laughed.
    â€œOh, snap!” Toya blurted out. “I think that’s your cue to leave, boo.”
    â€œI’ve got a car. It’s in the shop right now,” he explained, but I didn’t want to encourage him.
    â€œYeah, whatever. You don’t even look old enough to drive,” I said, thinking that my comment would make him shut up and move on.
    â€œGirl, I just look young. I’m seventeen,” he continued.
    â€œWell, you look like you’re twelve,” I shot back.
    â€œOh, damn,” Toya blurted out once again. “You need to work on your macking skills.”
    â€œYou know, somebody needs to put that attitude of yours in check,” he said as if he were the person who could do it.
    â€œWell, until that person comes along, I would suggest that you leave.”
    He made a hissing sound and then moved toward the rear of the bus and away from us. “Your ass is ugly, anyway,” I heard him mutter. I wanted to say something mean about his mother but decided to let it go. The last thing I wanted was to get into a battle of wits with him. I just wasn’t in the mood for it.
    â€œDamn, girl, he was kind of cute,” Toya leaned into me and whispered.
    â€œNo, he wasn’t. That boy looked whack and had breath that smelled like the Crypt Keeper from that show Tales From the Crypt . Hell, all he needed was a coffin to complete the look.”
    â€œWhy are you so mean?” Toya asked as she repositioned Junior on her lap yet again.
    â€œHe was on my nerves,” I answered as I tried to focus on how we were going to get the merchandise we wanted without getting busted. In the back of my mind, I understood that if I got caught, my mother wouldn’t be able to get me out of jail, and I had no one else I could really depend on to rescue me.

    â€œWe shouldn’t do this today, Toya.” I tried to stop her before we entered the mall through the Carson Pirie Scott entrance. My thoughts had gotten the best of me during the remainder of the bus ride down 95th Street.
    â€œNo, we’re here now, and I didn’t sit on that long bus ride just to turn around and go home empty-handed.” Toya was being stubborn, and I didn’t know how to break through and make her think. I glanced down at Junior, who was strapped in his stroller fast asleep.
    â€œKeysha, sometimes you have to live for the moment and do stuff. We can do this and walk out of here with bags filled with all types of designer clothes.” I released a big sigh as I held the door open for her.
    When we entered Carson Pirie Scott, I stopped at the perfume counter and kept the saleswoman busy with questions while Toya walked around and removed several sample bottles from the display counter. Once she’d gotten what she wanted, she exited the store through the mall entrance. After I ditched the sales lady, I caught up with Toya inside the mall.
    â€œDid you get some good stuff?” I asked.
    â€œI got what I could,” she answered.
    â€œI’m surprised Junior didn’t wake up,” I said as I glanced down at him.
    â€œThat’s why I was