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anything into it. Before Rita got shot it seemed like Trey was forever either avoiding me or fronting me off, and he wouldn’t even say two damn words to me in a row unless he had to. But it seemed like he had a lot more conversation for me now. He had more patience, and definitely more compassion in his eyes for me too.
    I hadn’t forgot about the way he had held me real close in his arms and softly kissed my neck when he broke the bad news to me, but I didn’t dwell on that shit neither. People did all kinds of shit and acted outta themselves when a tragedy jumped on them. I knew Trey had just been trying to soften the blow for me, and that little kiss hadn’t really meant nothing to him. He had plenty of women in his life, and I didn’t wanna read too much into his actions and twist our friendship into something it would probably never be. 
    But I was real grateful for his concern right now, and I was happy when Chiney came up to the hospital later that day too. She had brought me a couple of cute outfits that her girl Venus had boosted, and even though I was liked what she brought, I was worried too because every time I saw Chiney with Venus they were both high as hell. Trey had already told her she better not bring Venus back up in his crib no more, but that didn’t stop Chiney from hooking up with the girl on the streets. I stared at her real close and there was no way for her to hide the fact that she was flying high.
    “You better slow down on that shit you smoking. I know you not sneaking no chicks in the house and getting lifted are you?” I asked with a warning in my voice. “You know how your brother is.”
    Chiney grinned. “Nah, I’m straight. I don’t be smoking no shit in the crib, man.”
    I gave her a be-for-real look. I knew Chiney was lying, but what could I say? I didn’t like what was going down with her, but I didn’t know what to do about it neither. I wasn’t about to bust on her to Trey though. Chiney was my girl and she always looked out for me. I just hoped one day I could find a way to look out for her too.
    “Yo, you hungry? Did you eat anything today? You want me to go get you a hero or some Chinese food or something?” she asked.
    All I could do was smile at her. Chiney was such a giver. She was always trying to do something for somebody else. I thought about that time when we were locked up on Rikers Island and that stud freak named Psycho had come at me in the shower. That grisly bitch had laughed in my face, and then pinned me down to the shower floor and tried to get all up in my coochie.
    Chiney had come to my rescue outta nowhere and saved me from that humping-ass hood bitch. I was grateful to have a chick like Chiney down on my team, but I shook my head no on the food request. The truth was, I really didn’t have much of an appetite because my nerves were all fucked up. It was bad enough that Rita was all laid up the way she was, but Chub and Nooni stayed on my mind too.
    The day after Rita got shot I had called around to find out where lil Chub was and how she was doing. I pretended like I was Rita’s sister from Puerto Rico and I spoke to a white lady who told me that Chub was still in state custody and receiving around the clock protection. She said she couldn’t give me any additional information, but hell, she didn’t have to. After witnessing a straight-up bloodbath, the murder of her two little friends, and being taken away from her sister and stashed with strangers, it wasn’t hard to figure out what kind of hell poor little Chub was going through.
    And going through hell went for Nooni too. Trey and Dutchy both had put some feelers out on the streets trying to find her, but nobody had seen the girl, and when the cops went to the G-Spot looking for her they didn’t find her there neither. In a nutshell, the shady po-po in Harlem still had Nooni listed as a runaway teenager, and when I tried to tell them that Nooni had gone back home to Rita’s apartment