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a home and make me relevant. Don’t leave me.
    Sincerely,
    Mr. Communicator
     
    Tatay received the letter and opened it.  A huge smile formed on her face. That’s pretty good . He now had her attention.
    Dear Mr. Communicator,
    Let’s talk. 424-555-1716                 
     
    Ready to listen in Compton.

Chapter 8. I am sending a car …
     
    It was a quiet Wednesday morning when he opened the package from TaeTay with her phone number inside. She hadn’t agreed yet, but when he talked to her, he would close the deal.  He was good at that.  Closing the deal. Communicating.  Using words to convey what he felt. He just didn’t do it often and even less with his sister.
    He stopped by the Brownstone to meet his sister Veronica and her husband Thomas to look over the property. Thurston wasn’t certain which of them was confused, but he could not hide his surprise when he found out that Thomas owned the entire row of townhouses in the brownstones.  The five homes on the block held two three-story homes on the outer, and the one in the center held a two-story home with a converted third floor to an open roof top play area, complete with mini putting course.
    Thurston asked, “Thomas, I’m not sure if you’re interested in selling or if I could lease it from you for two years, but I’d like to move in right away.”
    “I don’t see a problem, we’re upgrading the end cap and when it is complete, we are planning to move into it.  This home is one of my favorites, but with four children, it is just not large enough,” Thomas confessed.
    Even though he was a boring dullard and had a face that would be perfect in Pagliacci’s next act, the man was a great father. His sister was happy as his wife and their four children were well behaved and likeable. A twinge of guilt seeped into him that he was not a more hands-on uncle.  He provided age appropriate gifts on birthdays and at Christmas and showed up at the occasional recital or game, but that was the extent of his involvement in their lives. He would need his sister to help TaeTay transition into their style of living. Hell, he would need her to help him transition as well.
    “Veronica, if you don’t mind my asking, how are you set up to maintain all of the activities your children are in, the household bills…” he was also asking Thomas the same questions.
    “The children are a full time job, Thurston.  By the time I get everyone off to school, I find I need some time myself. However, I don’t work, so Thom has set me up an account to take care of the everyday things I need to run the home,” she told him.  That was about all he was going to get from her.  Veronica was never one to discuss money.  Thomas had a great deal of it, but they never lived an extravagant life or lifestyle. He invested most of what he had into real estate or back into his children.  By the time the afternoon was finished, he had a great deal more respect for them both. Even more so when Veronica said the base pieces of furniture could stay since what he owned was not kid friendly.
    He would work with TaeTay to decorate the house to make it a place for them. He grinned all the way back to Manhattan as he played with the idea of coming home to a wife. A family.  My family . As he entered his office building he was in a laughing fit when he thought about introducing TataLavisha to the family.
    His life was about to get interesting.

    It was 8:30 in the morning when Big Nasty pulled up in front of her house in an old fashioned car with spinning wheels.  He walked up to the front door and rang the bell as if he were coming to take her to the prom.  Four teardrop tattoos were engraved into the flesh on his cheek while the remainder of the skin that was visible showed off a plethora of half-naked women, snakes, and other blurry images she could not discern. The man was a good six feet tall, solid and covered in anger.
    “How can I help you?” she asked the gang