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boy,” she said in a lowered tone.
    “Didn’t nobody ever give a shit about me but my gang brothers.  That is what I am offering you and the boy,” he said with a great deal of pride.
    Everyone had to aspire to something.  Spyder aspired to leadership and a good woman at his side, but he too needed to wait for someone to die so he could become relevant. Poor Douglas was also a victim of the same mentally.  He had become relevant to the gang, because little did TaeTay know, the boy’s father had died that morning in prison. Spyder knew, which is why he was weaving a preemptive web to see what he could catch.
    Their conversation was halted by the arrival of the FedEx truck with a flat envelope for her. She used it as her excuse to get away from the hairy arachnid on her front porch. It didn’t matter if he left today; he would be back. Infestations never truly go away. TaeTay only wished that when he returned, she and Douglas could be long gone.
     

    “What you got there, baby?  Somebody serving you papers?”  Her mother asked suspiciously.
    TaeTay wasn’t sure what it was, but she tore it open slowly to first spot the money order. There was no name on it but hers. What is this ?  She opened the letter and with each sentence she read, she backed up a step more to the couch.  When she got halfway through it, she plopped down in disbelief.
    “What’s wrong Baby?  Is it some bad news?  Lawd knows we don’t need any more bad news,” she shook her head as she headed for the kitchen to fry some poor piece of meat until the taste had left it and the bones were crunchy.
    “Everything is okay, Ma,” TaeTay said as she read the letter again. 
    Then she read it again.
    She read it once more to make sure it was real.
    He mentioned you both in the letter.  How did he know about Douglas ? TaeTay frowned, realizing he probably had her investigated and did a background check on her.  But asking her to marry him via a Fed-Ex envelope like she was some mail order bride was beyond reprehensible.
    She wasn’t this desperate yet.  She removed the self-addressed envelope and grabbed a piece of paper.  In a clear, strong hand, she sent her response.
     
    Dear Mr. Communicator;
    What the hell is wrong with you?   I hope you have more game than this because you are going to need something more than your checkbook.
     
                       Chillin’ in Compton

Chapter 7. Skinning and Grinning …
     
    He couldn’t help it.  He could not stop smiling when he received her letter. He should have known better than to make the letter so formal and flat, but he needed to know if she was at least interested. TaeTay was on the hook.  All that was left was for him to reel her in.
     
    Dear TaeTay;
    I have more game than I know what to do with. I just need to know if you want on the playing field. I also have a really big checkbook.
    There is something honest and rare about you that I trust. I will be a good husband to you and a good father to Douglas. I am out of time and I need a decision from you. You both will be treated well.
    I am enclosing a self-addressed stamped envelope for your reply.  In your response, please state your terms if you accept my request.
    The full conversation can begin at that time.
    Sincerely,
    Mr. Communicator
     
    For good measure, he enclosed a photo of an engagement ring. It wasn’t a ring that he had selected, but one that he printed from the Internet on regular white copy paper. This made him grin like an idiot as he carefully trimmed away the excess on the paper, to only leave the cutout print of the ring. He slipped it inside of the envelope and dropped in the outgoing shipment box on his way to his real estate agent’s office.
    He needed to go and look at the brownstone his sister owned in Brooklyn.  He would need new digs, and they seldom used the house; maybe he could buy it from his dullard of a brother-in-law, or at least use it until he purchased one of his own.