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and stood up. “Do what you gotta do, Trae, as long
     as you come back home when the work is done.”
    When Trae’s father stepped into Trae’s bedroom he found his son sitting on the edge of the bed staring into space.
    “So what’s the next move?” his father asked him.
    “Pops, you know what it is. You been there and done that more than enough times that I can remember.”
    “Yeah, but you know damn well I didn’t want this for you. Plus the game ain’t the same no more. Shit, I ain’t got to tell
     you that. But this shit here is spookin’ me and your mother.”
    Trae released a huge sigh. His father sat down on the bed next to him.
    “Pops, I’m out. I don’t know why you don’t believe me. Just like Sha. He didn’t believe me either.” Trae chuckled. “I told
     him to get out with me. Come to Cali. We good. Good for life.”
    “What did he say?”
    Trae smiled. “As usual he said what he was feeling. He said he was gonna die in the streets and fuck Cali. He a East Coast
     nigga for life and ain’t nothing like some New York pussy.” Both men started grinning. “I told him I wanted him to be the
     godfather to the babies. That fool said he’s already the uncle and that’s better than godfather. Then the crazy nigga said
     he would as long as I named one of them after him.” Trae choked up and couldn’t hold back the tears.

CHAPTER FIVE
    F or a black funeral, a rare calm blanketed the service. Quiet sobs and sniffles were barely heard above the organ music that
     played softly in the background. Nobody knew where Trae was when the limos arrived to take the family to the church. There
     was a sea of flowers. All the young boys from the ’hood who idolized Shaheem wore T-shirts with his picture on it. Trae spared
     no cost, down to a horse and carriage. He laid his cousin out in style. They all thought: Puff did it for Biggie, Trae did
     it for his cousin.
    Aunt Marva was very snippy. “Let’s go! Fuckin’ niggas ain’t wait to kill my son, so I damn sure ain’t waitin’ to bury him,”
     she snapped before pulling the veil over her face, shocking the shit out of Tasha.
    Despite old folks’ tales that a pregnant woman shouldn’t go to a funeral, Tasha was right there. The twins were kicking as
     Tasha’s hand glided across her belly. She was doing her best to hold back the tears. She diverted her attention to Trae’s
     father, who was standing in front of the room having a few words with the pastor before he delivered the eulogy. Trae wasn’t
     even there yet. Tasha glanced over at Aunt Marva. She sat tall and proud. Her face was blank. Tasha had not seen her shed
     one tear and that sent chills up her spine. She was being too calm for her, which spooked her.
    For the one life that had been taken, the lives of two would soon be entering the world.
    Aunt Marva must have felt Tasha looking at her because she turned toward her.
    Tasha tried to give a reassuring smile, but it wasn’t until Aunt Marva looked down at her round belly that the cold blank
     stare turned into a warm smile. Then a tall white lady with a wide-brim hat and a white young man came up to Marva. They looked
     alike so Tasha assumed that she was the young man’s mother. The lady handed Marva a card. The young man leaned down and mumbled
     something and Marva started screaming at him, “How dare you! How dare you!”
    Before Tasha could blink, Omar had the dude in a choke hold, and Kaylin, Kendrick, Bo and Mr. Macklin had surrounded the two
     white guests.
    “Get them the fuck out of here,” Kaylin kept yelling as they tried to stop Omar from breaking the dude’s neck. The white lady’s
     face was beet red and she stood there petrified.
    Everything happened so quickly, Tasha didn’t realize she was holding her breath. Nana had grabbed Marva and they had disappeared.
     Tasha had no clue what was going on. Everyone was mumbling, turning in their seats and trying to figure out what all the commotion
     was about.