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sounded like a white girl’s name. And it just made more sense to him that instead of constantly butchering her name he’d call her Cali, and not to mention it reminded him of California with her brother being named Compton.
    She came out of the room. “Yes, sir,” she said. He never really talked to her, and if he did it was only because he wanted her to bring something to him or go get something for him.
    “Look, baby.” He went in his pocket and peeled off six one hundred dollar bills. “In the morning, I want you to go and get you and yo brother some sneakers.”
    “I will,” she said, taking the money out of his hand. “Thank you so much.” She humbly smiled. She was sure that Big Jack thought it was for him, looking past Big Jack and at her brother who was peeking around the corner with a small steak knife in his hand. He was just as curious as to what Big Jack wanted with his sister and was using his own advice against him.
    Big Jack shook his head. “I don’t know why y’all’s momma do y’alls like that dere. Shit don’t make no sense at all.”
    Calliope agreed but didn’t say anything, only tucked the cash in the back pocket of her jeans. She just stood there, wanting to take the money from his hand and retreat back to the bedroom. But she didn’t want to be rude, so she listened to him vent. “Enough about y’alls no-good ass momma,” he said, then went back in his pocket and peeled off a fifty-dollar bill. “Go on ahead and get on dat dere phone and order you and yo brother a pizza or some Chinese food or something.”
    Calliope didn’t waste any time ordering the food. “Compton,” she called out to her brother, “what you want on your pizza?” The two of them loved pizza, and it was a luxury for them to order it.
    He leaned in and whispered to his sister, “Don’t we have a lot of money?”
    Big Jack heard. “Compton, man, order anything you want.”
    He smiled. “I want stuffed crust pizza. I want everything on it.”
    “But you not going to eat everything,” Calliope warned her brother.
    “Yes I is,” Compton said.
    “Okay, but watch, you going to get it and not want it. I’m telling you what I know.”
    Compton thought for a minute, because he knew his sister was usually right. “Okay, well, I want meat and cheese with pineapples and mushrooms.”
    Calliope raised her eyebrows. “No mushrooms, okay?” she advised Compton.
    “Okay,” he agreed. “I want breadsticks and chicken wings too.”
    She nodded, as she was on hold waiting to place the order.
    “And I want soda.” He pushed the envelope even more.
    She smiled. Her brother was happy that they could get whatever they wanted. Once the pizza arrived, they sat at the kitchen table and ate every bite like it was the last supper. Compton was all smiles. It felt good that they were finally getting to live high off the hog. And they liked how it felt.
    Once the two were done eating, they went back into their room and Big Jack went back to business as usual.
    “Maybe Big Jack isn’t so bad after all,” Calliope said.
    “But you said, trust no one.” Compton looked at his sister with a raised eyebrow. Even at the ripe age of ten, he seemed to be wise beyond his years, and especially since Big Jack moved in, he seemed to have matured a couple of years in only three months.
    “We still don’t trust him or let our guard down, but at the same time, he looks out for us better than Momma.”
    “I know, and he cooks and makes sure we eat better than Momma ever did.”
    “You do have a point there, but that’s all you really care about is your stomach anyway,” she joked.
    Compton smiled, knowing that he couldn’t argue with that.
    “Sister, I’m going to make a lot of money one day so we can always eat what we want to eat and so that you can buy whatever pretty dresses you want.”
    “Aw, you so sweet. I know we both going to take care of each other, that’s all that matters.”
    “Yup.” Compton nodded.